I hate to exercise. It's exacerbated by being so pitifully out of shape. I need to just buckle down and do it, but - I. Don't. Wanna.
(hear the little shoulder angel/devil dueling?)
I am not going to exercise tonight. However, I am going to bust my tail cleaning my house, which does count as exercise. Trust me - with the condition I let my house get into, I can burn some serious calories.
So I'm off now - to boldly clean when no man has cleaned before!