Dear Workout,

I guess I should first start by saying thanks for always being there. For always lingering in the back of my mind when I decide to eat twice my weight in ice cream or when I get off from work early and decide to drive home instead of to the gym.

And when I do decide to endure you, I just love the misery of running and biking in place for twenty minutes and trying not to look stupid while doing it. I love the feeling of sweat dripping down my face after the first 10 minutes, surely causing a breakout the next morning. But most of all, I love the feeling of comparing myself to the old people around me that are able to run on the treadmill without looking like somebody who has never seen one before.

I promise I haven't forgotten about you, but school has started and things are getting busy. Although I'm not sure what my excuse was this past summer, I promise I am not working out for good reason. But when I do find the time to work out, it will be the best workout I've ever completed. If I complete it. Trust me, I've saved about 30 pictures to my camera roll of ab exercises because I'm going to have a flat stomach here soon. I also bought a yoga video, even though I have absolutely no flexibility and have only completed half of the workout.

I've even started to take better care of myself. I started packing apples with my lunch. Sure, I came home and ate 30 Oreos after work; but hey, the apples were healthy. I even make sure to park far away so I have a longer walk into places, even though some of the reason for that is the desire for a pull-through parking spot.

So workout, I guess my point is I haven't really gotten to you on a consistent basis for the past 20 years or so, but you've never left my mind. I know you're good for me, I'm just not good for you. Maybe one day we can figure this out. It will probably be next week and if it's not next week, it'll be the week after that. Maybe. Don't give up on me just yet.

Love,
Me