sloth.

if ever, there was a contest for being lazy, i would bag the grand prize.
today, after a month of not exercising, i finally hit the gym. and realised how unfit i was. then i wanted to make myself some french toast for lunch, but the thought of walking downstairs to the kitchen, the cooking and cleaning up totally got me. so i settled for a ham and cheese sandwich instead. i looked around in my room and saw the familiar stack of notes on my floor, and i remembered the promise i made 3 months ago, that i would file them all up. as i flipped through my new clinical examination book that i bought today, just 26 days before exams, i was fully aware that i could, and should, have gotten the book at least a month ago.
all these things, i either did not do, or i ended up putting them off for ages. all because i was too lazy.
i think my indolence will kill me one day. i seriously am getting too lazy for my own good. i think i would never have been so lazy if i were back home, because my dad would be on my case 24/7. but living by myself is no excuse to be lazy. i need some self-discipline. i need to start caring more about all the things i thought i could put off.
and i don't ever want to become a lazy fat slob.