august to september...

august is ending... the third month after the summer trilogy... and yet, you're fixated on slugging it out on your personal work-out routine as if beach season were just a couple of weeks away. you've been wanting to trim those problem areas of yours for forever now, and you're nowhere near accomplishing that objective... as long as you're on the pill, you think, you'll do just fine. but the pill can only do so much as slim you down... toning those muscles and unearthing those six-pack eye candies is another story. now, you have the equipment and you have the manual... what's missing? the willpower. you've managed to shed 25 pounds, at the most, and just lazy about having to do extra trimming... you've become dependent on the miracle capsule, and that's not a good thing. get your act together! and fast! you hear it, but you can't just get yourself to cooperate. you're still cutting yourself some slack. after all, that collar bone of yours is still on exhibit, and that works for you. besides, when you start on the training, your momentum is next to perpetual motion. okay okay... tomorrow is the day. and if it isn't too much to ask, mind you kicking that chimney off the railroad too? if you catch my drift... here's will: "wish i could buddy, but that dog just won't hunt". wha'? sober it up, you tease. will do... will do. guess that new song is just in time for your cue huh? just "wake me up when september ends..."