I decided to start a work out routine this morning before having to go to work. I got dressed in my new workout outfit, did my stretches, warmed up and made my way out of the house to run. I made it to the end of the walkway, turned right back around, ran into the house and right to the couch where I ate a bag of crisps with cheese dip. I would call that a big 'ole fail.
I'm not Ernie, okay? I can't shovel food into my mouth and then train for hours to have the body of some sort of famous sculpture. I don't have abs of steel or buns of steel, or anything remotely steel-like.
Then after work, I decided to try again, threw on my workout outfit, stretched, warmed up and left the flat again, made it to the end of the walkway, and turned right back around, going straight to Ernie's room and hogging all of the blankets.
The motivation level is 0.
I heard that there are people missing, and I hate that especially because I am friendly with them both. I hope that they are found safe and sound, and soon. Speaking of which, is Zach missing or no? I haven't seen or heard his mouth in the flat lately.