Maybe. If I survive the evening. I decided after, well, we won't mention a time frame but say a long time, to do my exercise tape again. How could I feel worse today than I did after the very first time I did the tape. Every time I stand up I am afraid that my legs won't support me. And I am not exaggerating this statement. I was nasty after I exercised so I decided to get in the shower, but I almost didn't make it through the shower. Now I just want to lay on my bed and die. Okay, maybe that is an exaggeration. Exercise is supposed to make us feel good about ourselves, not make me feel like breaking every mirror in the house so I don't have to worry about what I look like and just not worrying about it anymore! Okay, I'm done whining. Maybe dinner will make me feel better. But that means I have to get up, walk into the kitchen, and concoct something amazing for myself. Slight sniffle and a longing for a chef, and then I'll be off. I promise. Just one more second of sitting. Or maybe I'll count to three. Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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