Tonight I decided to sway from my regular holiday routine of eating, shopping and otherwise acting like a poster child for half of the seven deadly sins, choosing instead to hop on the treadmill and sweat like a pig.

It is important for everyone to exercise, but when you have infection-hungry lungs it is even more important. You would think that a transplant assessment hanging over my head would be motivation enough to workout daily, but as of late 1-2 times a week seems to be my max. If the amount of calories I consumed reflected in my BMI I could qualify for Biggest Loser and get my ass kicked by angry/hungry trainers—but sadly this is not the case and I will have to kick my own butt into shape. I’m not nearly as mean.

In order to do this I will have to actually set aside time to workout, which sounds simple enough but there are always better things to do like: sleep, shop, watch True Blood, search for future jobs, read texts from last night—you know the drill. I kept saying it would be easier to exercise more when I was done work; well, I’ve been done for two weeks now… We all know the “I have no time because of work” line is BS anyway. Who was I kidding?

Introducing my fitness goals for this month:

• Workout 3 times a week (30 mins cardio plus weight baring)
• 15 minutes at 4 mph on the treadmill (I currently do 10 minutes)