cold gray weather

It turns me into a formless slug. Normally I have no problem taking myself to the gym. I like to work out and I like how I feel afterwards.

But when it's gray and wet, and my littlest tabby is on my lap purring away, I have a lot of convincing to do.

Me: Come on. You'll feel better.
Body: Yeah, right. I feel pretty damn good right now.
Me: No, I mean it. You'll feel a LOT better.
Body: So let me get this straight. I'll supposedly feel better if I get up from this warm, comfy chair in which I am sitting with a warm, purring cat, get changed into clothes that are utterly inappropriate for the temperature outside, run to the car, drive to the gym, sweat for an hour with lots of other unattractively perspiring people, run back into the cold, and drive home, all so I can come back to the comfy chair where I am currently ensconced? How stupid do you think I am?
Me: Um.

It's hard to argue with my body sometimes.

Update: Hah. I feel better, and I did go to the gym. I win!