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I’m laid out here on the couch,very comfortably I might add; with a plate loaded with steaming angel hair pasta and gobs of yummy meat sauce cooked for hours with onions and green peppers and celery and beef—-and the smell of it is soporific. I just love pasta, and when I have it with a homemade sauce like this that has simmered half the day, well; this is seventh heaven, bud—for sure. But, as I twirl my fork in the heavenly stuff, my conscience just won’t leave me alone and it keeps jabbing me to tone it down with the pasta, and get back to doing my ab exercises. What a drag.

Okay—-so my conscience has a point; I am getting flabby in the midsection and I could use some stronger core muscles to look better, and the best way to do that, is to work out with a good battery of ab exercises. I do have a trainer, and I have been trying to stick to a routine that will benefit me the most because, from what I understand, there is nothing like a killer set of 6pack abs to reel in the chicks. And that’s not the only area that benefits from having strong core muscles; it also gives you better balance all over and helps with things like sports.

So, I have my medicine ball and all the other accoutrements that go with doing a good set of ab exercises; and I try to stick to a routine that stays pretty much the same every week, but I just can’t get my head into it. For some reason, I am just not motivated enough to put a whole lot of effort into it and I’m beginning to think I am just plain lazy when it comes to exercising. I start off with a bang, but as the week wears on, I think of all kinds of other things I would rather be doing. Those exercises are a real drag for me, and I wish there was another way to get the same results without having to do all that work.

I bet things would be different if I had a girlfriend, a person of interest, or any kind of a friend that was interested in how I looked—-then I would feel the need to get up and get moving and start exercising for real. But, when I’m told I have to do these ab exercises for 3-5 times a week, and keep that up for every week without fail; I say—-nuts to that. And without anyone around who really cares what I look like or any kind of a goal that I’ve set for myself, then I don’t see much on the horizon for me as far as developing my midriff. Isn’t there some other way without having to exert all this effort.

I know there are a lot of psychological explanations for the abhorrence that I have for ab exercises, but I guess the main one is that you have to want to do it for yourself. It’s all that drivel about loving yourself first and doing for yourself and developing your self esteem, and then all the rest will follow—like sticking to an exercise routine. You must make up your mind that this is what you want, and by golly you are doing this for yourself, and no one else.

Maybe something that will work is if I start traveling more with my friends that eat right and take care of themselves but don’t go nuts over exercising and all that; because they look pretty good, seem to be in good shape, and they don’t run to the gym every 5 minutes for ab exercises—–their lifestyle seems to work without all the sweating and grunting associated with exercising. That’s an idea that might work.

I probably should go out and see if I can drum up a love interest and that would be enough to spark the desire to want to do ab exercises so I can finally get in shape and look like a million bucks for that special person in my life. That sounds like a plan—I need to think about that a little more and figure out just how I’m going to pull that off and where I should start looking. Meanwhile—I’m going to finish off this plate of pasta—it’s starting to get cold.