I like Cupcakes

The best thing I can do with my day is going to the gym for some good old fashioned sweating. Not because of the ensuing days of muscle aches or even the twitching of damaged flesh dancing. The best reason to go to the gym is to feel absolutely guilt free. I don't feel as though my day was wasted. It doesnt matter when I come home to a Pig Sty and gorge myself on cupcakes before rolling around in my own filth; as long as I went to the gym the damage is all absorbed by the greater sense of well being.

The brain being a clever kind of creature releases wonderful natural drugs into my blood stream. I can spend the rest of the day floating on rainbows and butterflies as long as I jump on my gerbil wheel first. Now if I can resist the temptation to consume entire mountains of pastries I might actually get into shape.

You see I always kind of worked out so I didnt have to watch what I ate or count my calories. Im getting older now and my metabolism is catching up with my sheer disregard for whole grains, fruits and vegetables. But now that I have set some clear goals I can begin to slowly attempt the ascent. My goal is simple, I want to do my laundry on my washboard abs. The sexy parties can come afterwards.