Soooo...I'm lazy

A friend of mine once called me "the laziest marathon runner" that he knew.
Some colleges claim that they work hard so that they can play hard.
I work hard so that I can rest hard, I guess.
In other words, while many of my colleagues have been in pre-season training working their non-existent butts off, I have been eating pie (and cake, and candy, and Christmas cookies...) and drinking beer.
On one hand this worries me a little bit: the fact that I haven't been in a pool since July, the fact that I can no longer button my jeans without sucking in (and then can barely breathe while wearing them), the fact that every time I get on the bike trainer I try to ride hard, but the antics on Glee just get so distracting (teenage drama! set to music!) should all be worrisome to someone about to embark on Ironman training. On the other hand (or so I keep trying to rationalize to myself), I spent the past year training for three different major races and I'm about to give up 2011 to the triathlon gods as well, so I deserve that last slice of pie (and the one before it, and that tray of cookies, and the doughnut...).
All kidding aside though, everyone needs a break once in a while. Is it my fault that I rest harder than most?