I’m going to go out on a limb here and just crown me Excuse Queen of the Century. Sorry, title is taken… it’s mine… ALL MINE! *** insert evil laughing from the Wicked Whitney of the West ***
He better hide out from WWW because I have this overwhelming urge to scoop him up and store him in my pocket for times when I need someone to bop me in the noggin and tell me I’m a lazy idiot. What a kid. Just look at him… a big ole smile on that precious face of his… running like it ain’t no thing… and here I sit grumping my way through the thought of getting together a better, more consistent weightlifting regime. If you’d rather not call me Wicked Whitney of the West, I also answer to Grumpy the 7th Dwarf and/or Grumpy the CareBear. I have a bunch of excuses for why I don’t want to lift weights more consistently… a.) BORING… 2.) BORING… c.) It would require me to lift heavy things… 4.) I hate lunges and squats… d.) I don’t have proper footwear… 5.) We ain’t in Kansas anymore, Toto… e.) Cookies aren’t heavy enough… 6.) Dumb bells have germs… f.) 48 Hours: Mystery is on… 7.) Dick Clark is the man!
Guess what, Whit… your excuses are invalid… all of ’em!
Question of the Day: What’s the favorite “excuse” you use?
PS… Happy Weekend friends. Hope you have a fabulous one… and come back next week because it is my blogiversary and there will be at least one giveaway!