Conflicted

I'm trying to decide if I want to go swimming today.

My fat says "No... You've been at death's door for the past week and you're nose is still 1/2 stuffed up and you haven't gotten your voice back! If you went swimming you would drown"

My house is saying "Clean me!! You've been neglecting me all week!!"

My health is saying "She's been ignoring me more than a week!! STFU house, she needs to work out!!"

My ass is saying "I'm fine where I am! Do you have any more of those Valentine M&M's? Is there anything new on YouTube??"


So I blogged. lol