So back in 66' when I graduated from high school....
A few weeks ago I toyed around with Yearbook Yourself and let's just say, I think I was a man in the 50's. That 5 o'clock shadow is killer! Let's just say I won't be posting that pic. And the 80's well...I'm still recovering from the trauma.
Anywho...I'm still arguing with myself about working out - it goes something like this:
Me who wants to work out: I should work out.
Me who doesn't want to work out: And when do you think you're going to do that?
Good me: I'm not far from my goal weight, some cardio and strength training and I'm there.
Bad me: You can't even pull down your treadmill and you'll kill yourself trying to even get to the boxing bag.
Good me: Maybe I can do a DVD workout.
Bad me: Your kidding right? You know how that Yoga video ends - i.e. you lying on the floor while the rest of the Yoga video class is doing downward-facing dog. The Tai-Bo one is even more of a joke - you flailing your arms 5 steps behind. And let's not even start on the Pilates - the term dancing hippo comes to mind. You should just go eat a donut.
Good me: I love donuts.