Me: You should go run. You feel a little better now and your back, butt, and sides have not hurt for a few days. And as much as you say you hate to exercise and workout, you are a much more rationale, sane, and happy person when you do.
Me: Yeah, but I could overdo it and injure myself and be down and out for another month if I go run. And, there's the fact that it's still 130 degrees in South Texas. Y'know? There's that.
Me: Well, then you should just walk. Besides, the dog wants to walk. You'll hardly break a sweat. Go walk.
Me: Yeah, but I'm tired and there's..........so much to do.
Me: Your justifications are nuts. You are going to Facebook and blog if you don't go. Oh, and your obliques are HUGE. Wait, where are your obliques? Cheesus. Where are they?
Me: Shut-up. I may have actually injured my oblique and that could have been causing all the pain. So they could be just reacting to being hurt by.............gaining weight. Y'know so they can feel more comfortable in this body that's gained weight?
Me: See? Your justifications are ca-razy. YOU HAVE BRAND NEW RUNNING SHOES THAT COST MORE THAN A TRIP TO THE DOCTOR WITH X-RAYS. GET UP AND GO
Me: I hate you. I'm going to bed.
Me: And then tomorrow you will wake up and your obliques will still be there and they will still not fit in your pants and you will hate me more.
Me: Is there chocolate in the fridge? Because I think there's chocolate in the fridge.
Me: You are hopeless. I quit.
Me: Good because I'm tired and I am going to bed and I can't sleep if you are still talking.