Someday, Sunday

As my job exhausts me throughout the week, each weekend I make plans in my head to make the most of my free time. This plan usually consists of going to the gym both Saturday and Sunday, go on the sunbed, meet up with some friends, visit the old library in town which I've been meaning to go to since it reopened, and a number of other things.

It's now 1.23pm on Sunday. I haven't left the house in over 24 hours. Today's activities so far include:

• watched tv
• ate some cheese
• had a shower

It's not that I don't want to do the things that I planned for, I just find it difficult to remove myself from the sofa. I need more energy! Which I know would be achieved if I actually went to the gym, but then I'm back to the removal of my body from the sofa issue and I just get no where. It is a vicious circle.

Lazing around the house with Dan, watching films and making dinner just seem to appeal to me so much more than anything else. I have never been a hermit, I've always used my time effectively and got the most out of my weekends but recently I seem to not have the energy to do anything. Something must be done before I get used to this lazy life.