It's probably fueled by my new way of thinking that if I don't get off the couch and go work out, I'm not going to live till I'm fifty due to obesity.
But there's one issue.
I'm afraid of going outdoors in the morning by myself.
I'm fine on our treadmill, but once I'm outside, I'm always overtaken by the paranoia that a creepy man with a ski mask will lure me into a windowless white van and drive me to some abandoned parking lot 200 miles away.
So right now I'm deciding which is worse: being that fat kid people can't pass in hallways, or the possibility of being abducted by scary people.
