I don't know what I'm doing

exercise?

So yesterday as I sat in bed watching videos and eating caramel M&Ms and goldfish. I told my self I would start to work out, get into shape, get that grind on today.

Well I'm about to go for a run and all of the sudden it starts pouring rain. And the thunder is so loud it shook the walls a little.

So I guess that's the universes way of telling me to not work out.

Well then I thought since I'm homeschooled me and my dad have decided we are gonna go work out every Wednesday morning at Planet fitness. Tomorrow was supposed to be the start of that.

But guess what . He's sick. And he's the type of person that will still go to work if he's throwing up but he stayed home today so he must be feeling really bad.

So that means I'm not working out tomorrow either.

I'm just gonna chalk it up to being God really doesn't want me to work out. He's trying to tell me something. I think what he's saying to me is "don't work out. You know what's more fun? Just sitting in bed doing nothing and eating!" Well alright God! Why should I argue with that logic? I mean if I went on a run today I could have fallen and fell into a ditch and died or something because I got distracted looking at a bird. Or maybe it's that tommorow I could have gone to planet fitness and sat down and a dumbell fell on top of me crushing me and embarrassing me in front of hot guys.

So the moral of this story is.

Actually I don't know. I just know I won't be working out this week.

Yours in demigodishness and all ☮️