Has your goods been Booty Pop feeling a little on the stout side recently? Like it's going up against its own particular identity. It's beginning to have an independent mind. Have its own particular social life. Like it's really sitting next you on the lounge chair, not under you. It won't move. Hardheaded and declaring it's entitlement to vote. Well perhaps I'm going too far. In any case, you get my float. There was nothing preventing me from getting my barge in on adapt and getting fit. I had time after work. I had an exercise center participation. I had the new tennis shoes and workout clothes. Nothing. Ceasing. Me. In any case, there was something ceasing me. Since each time I endeavored to practice there was that niggling voice in my mind that talked me out of it.