Dear Motivation, Where Did You Go?

Maybe its the dreary weather, or perhaps a mid-month slump, but whatever motivation I had to exercise at the beginning of January has completely vanished. It's almost magical, in the worst sense, here one minute and gone the next. And now its Thursday afternoon and I haven't worked out at all this week... and I never work out on weekends, besides the sporadic beach cruise to a bar, where I consume my weight in beer and nachos, so this week is basically a bust.
I hate that my gym is so far away from my house.
I hate that I signed a stupid one year contract.
I hate seeing the $60 charge on my credit card statement.
I hate the mere thought of swimsuit season, or that anyone will ever have to face my abdomen again.
I hate that I let myself eat treats at work all the time to compensate for hating my job.
I love that I don't have to make myself feel better anymore, or waste my life in that cubicle.
I love that I can still get away with sweaters for at least another couple months.
I love that my boyfriend is either oblivious or just a freakin' saint for not noticing the fact that I've gained 7 or 8 pounds since we started dating 6 months ago.
Ohh holy jeez, I just realized what this post should really be about.
Now there is way too much hate here for a very exciting 6 month anniversary post... So I'm going to end here and start a new one.