once upon a time...

i used to wait the whole day for going for aerobics, or go for yoga, and if possible go swimming in the pool, labor long hours at the TT table, and then go home tired, yet fresh - sweating, but feeling good - while now i just wonder how to finish work and get back to bed... if nothing else, i would spend all my time listening to the doors, and zepplins of the world, but now i glance at my music player gathering dust in one corner

sometimes i am lazy, and other times busy - but i hide from my workout and i wonder why. i hate the love handles becoming bigger, but all i do is write a blog about it..

i need a spirit check - and see if its still in me - or did it get bored and moved on ?

till i find it - or if i miss it too much
dazed and confused...