Tonight, one of my best friends, Matt, is coming over to workout in the Slimmons Gym with me. I am going to have to dust of the weights and pump up the speed bag but I am excited. I have tried several times to incorporate an exercise routine into my daily life but I have always failed. I start and continue for a few days and then I flake.
When he comes over and sees my car in the driveway there is no way I can hide. I will have to workout. This is probably what I need. Some accountability. Someone to show up and say, “Get your fat ass up and get out here Porko!” Matt will not be that mean I hope unless of course he has to be.
Crap now I am scared!
I guess I could park around the corner.