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Once again, the first day of the rest of my life never actually happened. Why is it always so easy to come up with a reasonable excuse to get out of doing a minute amount of exercising? My hips don't lie, as the song goes, and they keep telling me to get ahold of myself.

I *HATE* girls that put no effort into watching what they eat or worrying about making physical activity a regular part of their every day lives. Hate is a strong word, so that's why I made it cute by putting little stars around it. I don't actually HATE these girls, I just have a love-hate relationship with them. Only there's more hate than love.

I think that after tonight, I'll be more than willing to jump into the gym routine. Reasoning? I have to go KHAKI PANTS shopping. I hate pants shopping in general, but khaki is the worst. It just never sits right on all the bootylicious ladies out there. Here is hoping that tonight will cooperate with me, and there will be peace at last.

Fo sho.