Motivation. Or lack thereof.

I didn't go to the gym today. I am a terrible, terrible outdoor girl. Instead of killing myself on the ab coaster with my slightly muscle-head boyfriend (more on him later), I went to the mall with some of the lovely ladies in my family. And two of the cutest baby girls ever. Not even kidding. While this excursion was infinitely more fun, I am now sitting on my bed amid stuffed animals, cook books, and my pink DS, feeling completely, completely guilty. I need some motivation. I've never really been great (or even mediocre) at motivating myself. Maybe I need to tape some pictures of some skinnies to my fridge or something. I need help. What motivates you to excercise?


On the plus side, I did get some really great peep toes. They're yellow and awesome.