exorcise me please

Sunday night, much like every Sunday night for the past month or so, Tom and I made a pact to get back to the gym. We’ve been a couple of lazy, slovenly blobs for quite some time now. We are very much aware that working out not only helps keep one’s middle aged body from completely heading south, but also works as natures own prozac. So if you’re stressed out and getting a little soft in the middle, it’s not a bad idea to excercise as many times as possible during the week.

Perhaps my whining about what a time suck it is, has something to do with the sharp decline of gym visits. So we both came up with the bright idea that

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