Feeling Oddly Motivated

If you know me you know that there are very few things I hate on this planet more than onions, because they are evil. One of those very few things is exercise. There I said it. I hate to exercise. I know it's good for me! Stop looking at me like I'm that terrible person who just ran over your favorite cuddly kitty cat and then hid it in the garbage can with a bottle of febreze so I wouldn't get caught. It's not that bad! I'm not fat, well not super fat...I'm getting there. I just don't like to exercise, I'm lazy and I like to sit and watch television and eat delicious food, or even meh-at-least-it's-food food. Exercise is a swear word in the language of Felicia. We don't talk about it, we don't think about, we don't do it, and we pretend it doesn't exist. Exercise? What is that? A greek delicacy served with cheese? Mmmm...sounds delicious. But as of late, and by late I mean mostly just today, I have felt oddly motivated to start running. I don't know why. Maybe, the world is ending? Who knows? Not me. So, I am making a second mid-new years resolution: I am going to become a runner AND I am going to learn to like it. Take deep breaths it will all be okay; we will survive this together. And stop laughing, I'm really gonna do this, really. I know you don't believe me but I will do this. I can make myself do anything I want. Besides I've come up with the perfect way to find running enjoyable. You see, the only time I've ever liked running is when I'm really really angry-it's a good, healthy, release of anger. Sooo...I will just think of my Bio-family whenever I get discouraged and don't think I can keep going. They always seem to make me some sort of angry and therefore I will find my motivation through my anger towards my family, mostly my mom and her boyfriend. It's a great plan you guys. I got this. You just wait and see. Really, I'm gonna do it.