Bert Is It

October was a fat month. You all know what that means: the shirts fit a little tighter; the pants are a smidge shorter; everything is just a little extra chubby. There are a couple of ways to confront a fat month. You can cut back a little bit and skip the french fries once in awhile. You might just give in and dig a little deeper into the bowl full of Halloween candy meant for all of the children who are sure to show up at your door in that secured downtown apartment building. The best way to deal with a fat month--and we all know it--is to get back into the gym.

Getting back into the gym, however, is not easy. Work gets really busy; all the best bands are playing in town; the DVR is so dangerously full that you fear Comcast will come and confiscate it before you catch up on The Real World Road Rules Challenge The Ruins. For all of the great reasons you have to go work out, there are fifty-seven things that have to be done instead. And, quite frankly, it's just easier to go to sleep.

It is this dilemma that leads me to the conclusion that we all need an Ernie in our lives. Although it might seem more fulfilling to read boring stories and organize our bottle caps, we each should have someone to convince us to get up and play tag.