I know I’ll feel better, increase endorphins and all that, but the truth is I don’t enjoy working out. The trainer makes me do stuff that causes my face to contort and then I feel sore afterwards – and not in a good way. My old excuse “I’d rather be home watching American Idol” doesn’t apply anymore. A) I have a DVR and B) I’m supposed to be dropping TV altogether. In L.A., like car insurance, gym memberships are mandatory.

Right, time to think positive: working out=getting laid. Yay!