My friend left work today, excited because she was heading straight to her new gym. For a few minutes I was envious. She would, after all, get to work out without small companions who make comments like, "Look, mom, I can stretch, too! I can stretch more than you!!" and "Wow, mom! Look how much the Wii says you weigh!!"
But then I looked outside and saw it was snowing. Again. My motivation left as quickly as it had arrived. Don't get me wrong. I want to be fit. I want sculpted arms and washboard abs and a butt you can bounce a quarter off of - yes, yes, I want it all.
But it's 10 freaking degrees outside. And it Won't Stop Snowing. I don't want to move. I want to wrap in a soft blanket, sit by the fire, drink tea and read books. Or maybe watch old movies.
Wait. What if I actually got up to change the channel? I've heard that can be done. I wonder ... how many calories would it burn?
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