Me: 5' 2", 128 lbs, surprisingly decent muscle tone, pudgy tummy.
Inner Me (IM): My conscience
Scene: 5:02pm on a Tuesday afternoon
IM: We are so ready for the gym tonight! iPod charged, bag packed and yummy salad for dinner already waiting at home.
Me: Yeah, I really think we need to revise those plans...
IM: Oh no you don't. The Yankees don't play till 10:00pm, Veronica Mars isn't on until tomorrow and you're already posting to your blog. You have NO EXCUSE not to go.
Me: Um, I really need to do laundry?
IM: True, but not a good enough excuse. You can do laundry while you watch Veronica Mars tomorrow night.
Me: Ooo, I really need to buy birthday cards: for the Feyonce, his parents and also for my parents anniv-
IM: Lame. Not buying it, fatso.
Me: Excuse me? I am out of shape no doubt, but certainly not fat.
IM: Whatevs. You are still totally going to the gym tonight. It's important to establish good habits now, especially before you go pig out in Germany.
Me: I will be eating some of the best food ever with my family there! Sure, none of it involves vegetables...
IM: Exactly. And don't change the subject.
Me: What if I promise to go Wednesday and Thursday...and to walk on the treadmill at home over the weekend?
IM: Who are you trying to kid? You'll skip Wednesday to sit home and sqee for two hours in anticipation of the aforementioned Veronica Mars. Thursday you need to pack for the weekend. And the treadmill at home? Will that be before or after you get around to cleaning out the junk underneath your bed? You. Are Going. To. The. Gym. Tonight.
Me: There you go with the name calling again! Just for that, I'm not going. I don't want to, the Feyonce didn't pack his stuff, it might probably rain and if it doesn't it'll be too humid outside, and I'm tired! So there. You might be the one with the strong moral fiber and will of iron but I'm the one who controls the legs. Ha!
IM: You can buy yourself a pen afterwards if you go. From Staples...
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