We Need To Talk.

Dear Self,

I know you are sick of this cold weather. I know you feel like a pile of shit because it is turning you into a huge pile of lazy. I understand that you just want to come home from work and sink into the warm confines of the couch. I know you don't want to make dinner. I know you don't want to face the elements and head to the gym.

So here's a little motivation for you. Close your eyes. Imagine:
You're at the gym.
You're running on the treadmill.
You're warm and toasty...exercise will do that to you.
You look up. And a total hottie steps on the treadmill in front of you.
His face is something to write home about...and his abdominal muscles are worth at least a postcard.
His stride is like a gazelle.
He has an ass that just won't quit.

Ok. Open your eyes. Get off the couch. Remote start your car. Now go to the gym and watch your hottie!! (And you happen to know that Mr. Smokin' Ass works out in the late evening. Odds are damn good that there will be some good eye candy tonight.)

Love,
Allison