Public Enemy No. 1
Friday, March 28, 2014
I've had tons of reasons for not working out. If I could get paid for creating excuses, I'd be a wealthy woman right now. My motivation has a tendency to come and go, and lately, it has been way gone. But for 2 weeks now I have used this creature as my main excuse:
At 4 weeks old, we took her in, and she became public enemy no.1. Yeah, yeah, she's cute..adorable even, but don't let that fat tummy and yummy face fool you. She is a poop machine. And she could not be left alone. If I caged her to go workout, she would bark, and whine, and wake the others still sleeping. So it makes sense that I would have to skip my exercise sessions to babysit. I mean, what I could I do?
I know. You don't have to tell me how pathetic it is to blame the cutest puppy in the world for not getting my lazy rear end off the couch. She's close to being housebroken, so once she eats and poops, I wll be headed out for a Saturday run, and blame the baby no longer.