Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Isn't that a somewhat skewed quote from American Beauty? Maybe? To simplify things, today is just one more day that I swear I'm going to get back into the hardcore gym routine. How sad is it that the gym is less than one mile from my house (I could walk and/or ride a bike there) and I have gone there less than 10 times since I moved into my house?

Somebody motivate me! It seems like the only time I have success is when I unhealthily cut off almost all food from my diet. But that always gets boring REALLY fast, so regular exercise seems like it really IS the logical solution. Now, just so I don't seem like I'm going to any kind of extreme, there are certain body parts that I'm very happy with and don't need to change. These body parts include, but are not limited to: hands, feet, face, ears, head, wrists, and ankles. I think I've worked really hard at keeping those areas toned and sexy. It's all those other areas that I just haven't had time for.

I also hate going to the gym because unless I go late in the evening, when I'm already tired and just wanting to lounge around, it's filled with big burly men and scarily muscular women. Am I the only normal person left in the world? Really? Can't I be somewhere in the middle? I don't want cankles, but I don't want to look like Madonna on my upper body. http://tinyurl.com/leargt

I'm sure there has to be a Celine Dion song that can perfectly describe my situation and then soothe me like a baby. Maybe Whitney or Mariah can make it all better too.