I'm so tired of working out at my local gym, Fitness 19. I can't stand it anymore.
All of my friends are too lazy to come with me, even though a few of them have memberships.
I can't find a single ounce of motivation within myself.
I don't like working out alone, I want to be pushed by a partner.
My slowly diminishing muscles are begging to be worked again, begging to be toned.
I won't go by myself, I just won't.
It's definitely not in my personality to say that I'm embarrassed or afraid to go alone, but in all honesty, I kind of feel that way. And it really irks me that I just said that.
I guess I'll just continue to lay on my expensive duvet and stare at the wooden mustache above my vanity mirror. I'm feeling fabulous.
