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I'm thinking my thoughts are...

By revolutionaire.

Our country is getting in shape, so should I. It might be time to rejoin a gym. There is a full service one locally that is owned by the same guy who owns the one I used to frequent. My thoughts are, I'd like it. About $100 for a year - probably well worth every penny. My thoughts are, there'd be far less distractions there than home. My thoughts are, I'd better wait until after the holidays, I have so many other things needing my attention, I'll need to make playlists first, who will go with me? My thoughts are diversions and excuses.

My thoughts.

My thoughts are only controlled by one thing and that's me. My thoughts are mine. I need to change my way of thinking.

I think if I exercise more, I'll feel more energized. I think if I schedule time for exercise, I will feel more organized. I think I ought to do what my initial hought was to do... Join a gym.

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Anonymous said…
yeah I need to lose some weight too. I have this gown I have to wear to my relative's wedding party and I think I wont be able to look good in it if I'm still in my recent weight.
November 11, 2012 at 5:03 PM
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