serinde | On motivation

I can get myself out of bed with promise of making a latte, but not for exercising. Yeah.

Sometimes, I can't even get myself out of bed.

You lack Midwestern Guilt Ethic. (You got Sicilian Sex Ethic instead.)

RAWR.

you are slack bastard.

Now go get me coffee.

What you need is a steaming latte in front of a treadmill, just out of reach.

Or a hat with a stick taped to it, dangling a delicious latte juuuuuuuuust out of reach.