Foreign Baby sums it up.
Definitely the worst part about being out of shape and gross is how grossly difficult it is to turn the big unshapely gross truck around and become healthy and ungross. Because it's like, unless I have some major epiphany wherein I think, "My gosh, that's it. It's so easy to get healthy!" then it's not going to happen. I know this is true because I actually HAVE had those moments, probably upwards of fifteen times in the past year or so, and they've each wrought brief, hourish periods of hopefulness and determination, and then quickly dissolved into periods of annoyance and cryishness when the train has made me an hour later than it's supposed to and then it's too fucking dark out to run, or there's a shooting scare on our block and it's too scary to run, or I join a gym and then we move and then I'm too poor to run, or I have to work Saturdays and then go drink and then I'm too drunk to run, and the next day too lazy to run, and then eventually I'm basically just too effing out of shape to run and then I hate myself. But yet I know that, in theory, the epiphanies work. They worked in stupid college. Where I had a part-time job and no obligations and had to write like a paper a week if I was unlucky, and also had unlimited access to the fieldhouse. So maybe epiphanies and resolve have less to do with success than just plain stupid circumstance.
On a related note, why is jumping rope so hard? It's jumping. Over a rope. That I am just pretty languidly swinging in circles. Why is it so easy for the first 20 jumps and so nearly impossible for the remaining 30 or whatever paltry number I can muster? Why can't I breathe anymore? I tried doing it without the rope, just jumping, and it's the simplest thing ever.
In conclusion, here are things that suck:
-Grossness
-Epiphanies
-Circumstance
-Trains
-Obligations
-Breathing
-Ropes
Things that don't suck:
Foreign Baby saying Happy New Year, and
Cutest everrrr and also taking up too much space on livejournal.