Hairy and healthy.

I have just come up with an ingenious way to ensure that I go to the gym every day for the next few weeks. I have decided that I will risk the wrath of Peach and grow myself a rudimentary full beard. She will not like this. I will calmly explain to her that my beard is the basis of a rewards / punishment system for going to the gym. The basic system is as follows:

1) I like having a beard. A lot.
2) I do not like going to the gym. Also a lot.
3) If, starting Monday, I do not go to the gym, I will shave off my beard.

The only possible risk is that the lynchpin for this whole plan is the assumption that Peach would prefer me to be a regular gym-goer than to be clean-shaven. It is an assumption I am willing to make.