I’m finding it extremely difficult to get myself up in the mornings and drag my limp body off to the sweaty gym. I can only think of 3 reasons why this is so:
1. I’d rather lie snuggled up in the fantasy that I’m a work-at-home-genius and the leisure of lying in is really only me taking the time out to plan the productivity of the day ahead. Which, I might add, involves deciding which photo shoot to tackle first, which brand to save next, and what treats to bake for my man's lunch box.
2. I’m lazy.
