Fitness Barbie

WARNING: This blog may contain some whining and self loathing. 

I think my new goal in life is to become a fitness barbie. Tonight as I drove to dinner to meet my friend, I noticed all the fitness barbies running down the street in their Nike running shorts and tanks. Instead of coming home from work and using my new gym membership, I chose to lay on my comfy red couch and then go eat a turkey melt at Common Table (which was fabulous by the way). 

Since moving to Uptown, I've felt this underlying pressure to improve myself- physically, emotionally, domestically, educationally, financially, socially, romantically. Maybe its the location, or maybe its just that I'm turning a year older in a week. Regardless, I want to make some changes. I want to become fitness barbie. I want to become one of those girls that has to workout before they go to dinner or grab drinks,. Last year at this time I was obsessed with my fitness boot camp class, but now going to a class is the furthest thing from what I want to do. How could I.. when I take classes I am surrounded by fitness barbies!!! Its a vicous cycle folks!

 

So how do I get there? How do I focus on fitness, especially when my job is starting up and I am lacking free time?  I'd love to hear your comments!