Friggin' Frick Frack

Pissed! No, that's not relevant to this blog but since nobody is reading this, then who cares. Besides my twice a week personal training I've been to the gym exactly once. To sign up. Where is all my rah! rah! motivation? Perhaps it's in bed where I wish I was. How do people do this? Angelina Jolie gave birth to twins and recently and now looks like a swizzle stick. Bitch. While I don't have the luxury of unlimited time to work out, a personal chef, nutritionist, cosmetic procedures, and air brushing I do have the basics in order to make a go of this and the goal of not dying before my kid grows up. That in itself should motivate me to get up and go to the gym. Fuck, it should motivate me to get my Masters and solve the issue of cold fusion. But then the kid is up a hundred times a night and I automatically get up and stay up. Then I'm too pooped to go. OK, typing that out makes me see how lame an excuse that is. I'm not going to therapy so I'm not sure why I'm getting in my own way, but there it is. Maybe it's because I haven't seen much of a return on my small efforts. I've drop half a pound. Considering I haven't really changed the way I eat that's not a super shocker. What the hell is wrong with me?!?