Other Peoples' Lives

I detest exercise. I get just about none - I don't go to the gym, play any sports or, quite frankly, walk anywhere particularly far.*
My husband vevaphonics is forcing me - forcing me -to do the 200-situps challenge. I am attempting to skiive off as much of this as humanly possible.
I cannot do a single press up, and have no desire to be able to do so.
My knee is borked and I don't even do my physio exercises to sort it out.

I am not on a diet. I fail diets forever. I love chocolate, and have no intention of quitting. I refuse to drink diet coke, eat diet mayonaise, or anything reduced fat, low fat or "lite". And we eat too many takeaways, and rich food but man are they yummy.**

The house is a mess, and I don't clean or hoover as often as I should.***

I made no New Years Resolutions this year, and I don't feel guilty about that in the slightest.****

I refuse to be "like an adult" - I like my life, and if I die young, at least I die happy. And probably fat.

I don't know how vevaphonics puts up with me...





Adultish adenda:
* When we move, we might get a Puppy and eventually fix this problem.
** Ok, we need to cut down on the takeaways. But at least we do get plenty of veg, and quite decent food, even if the portions are a bit big. We're not bad when it comes to cooking!
*** Though, actually, I am planning to do some spring cleaning... whether or not this actually happens... well, we'll see.
**** Except for giving up the cigarettes. Again.


DISCLAIMER: I have no problem with anyone who is trying to be Like An Adult. This is not at all a comment on them - I think it's a great thing, and I wish them the best. I'm just not up to the task myself right now, and I'm sick and tired of feeling guilty for failing at it.