In the past week I've meant to go to the gym, left the house with the intention of going there among accomplishing some other errands. I blew it off not once, but twice and the one time I actually did go, I cut my work out short because I felt guilty as I had come from the dog park and my puppy was still in the car (It wasn't particularly warm out, I just felt bad that she was lying in there by herself). I have done some cardio a couple times this week, but only for 20-30 mins and I know well enough that that's not nearly enough to help cut through the normal daily buildup in my lungs. Now granted my stomach isn't feeling 100% yet. But that has absolutely nothing with what has been keeping me from exercising. Laziness is the only real reason.
So, tonight I started things again, for real, no more talking about tomorrow. Tonight I got out and did my normal Cardio walk with the dog. It didn't feel great, there was some coughing, but it's done, and tomorrow I continue. I don't know about you, but for me it always seems easier to continue something, then to start.