I have been REALLY good. As in, get up too damn early and make healthy choices good. I have not skipped the gym, and for the most part I have eaten right.

However today is a different story.  It’s 10am.

I am still in my pajamas, normally I would have already gone and been back and showered by now. I just can’t seem to motivate myself to move.

And for those of you who say its fine, take a rest day, no, no, no. I know myself, I take my “rest days” but if I stop going, I will stop going completely. I know better. I have to force myself to go. So I typically do.

I enjoy going to the gym, not just for how it makes me feel, but for the massive quantities of sexy, sweaty, delicious men. Oh. My. God.

I spend enough time as is at the gym thinking about fucking different guys on the benches, or getting picked up and shoved up against the Smith machine. I mean really, how can you not when you’re staring at something like this….

You simply can not help it.

My level of turned on has been off the charts lately. I can’t focus on anything else right now.  Going to the gym? Yeah, talk about leaving a mess on the bench. And it wouldn’t just be sweat. Thank god for bleach wipes.

I don’t flirt at the gym, I go, I work out and stare a bit and leave.

But I think today I should stay home.

I risk embarrassing myself.

Well, lets be honest. This is probably far more accurate…..

I have zero self-control right now. A mildly attractive man could make a pass at me and that’s it. Panties off.

They don’t even have to buy me dinner first.

If I go, I will get zero work out in. I’ve already walked into a machine while staring at someone, god only knows what will happen if I go today. It certainly won’t be anything as smooth as this…..