I HATE going to gym after work. After I drag myself out bed in the morning, then work all day, the thought of driving there, removing my rumpled work clothes and high-heels, then putting on gym clothes and moving around for an hour just makes me even more tired. I would much rather go home, turn on some jazz, pour a glass of wine, flip through the new Pottery Barn catalog and watch the sunset from my porch while my boyfriend cooks dinner. Uh-oh. I think I just talked myself out the gym AGAIN.