On a scale of 1-10 my motivation to work out tonight was a -5. I ran a bunch of errands and got home late. I was going to crawl into my cozy bed, but Mr. Awesome talked me into hopping on the treadmill. Just for 30 minutes. But now I'm here, so might as well do my 60.
This is a daily struggle. Those who say it isn't are lying. Big, fat liars.
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