Reality check time! I was feeling all holier than thou because of how well I’m doing. I’ve eating much better, I’ve taken food to work every day, and I hadn’t missed any workout days at all. Awesome! But. And there’s always a but.
I’ve kinda dragged my feet in going to the gym a few times. I’ve kinda not wanted to go (fairly often). I still don’t look forward to going. Yesterday I had every intention of going (you knew this was coming, right?). We had a ton of errands, and what’s funny, they were all fitness related! I bought a new $50 high-impact workout bra for the um, more well-endowed, to which club I belong. I had to drive 45 minutes up to Greenlake to visit one of my favorite resources, Title 9, to try on a new bra, with a cross-back (40DD, which fits my DDD actually). I ended up going with the regular kind I already had, since the fit was wonky, and it was $10 more expensive (and I could use more than 1 bra, since doing laundry EVERY SINGLE DAY is not really realistic). Then I got all this cool astro-glide-like stuff for working out and chaffing (a daily issue of mine). $20 there. Then REI to get some wicking undees, $16, which help with the battle of chaffing (again, to supplement my only pair which need washing more than I wear them!), and since they are the only kind I’ve found that actually kinda fit. When we got home from all the errands at 5 pm, I still had to wash all my workout clothes, so had to wait 2 hours. I was all set to go to the gym at 7, until….
My finchy cat came up to snuggle and suckle on the blanket on my lap, and I didn’t have the heart to disturb him. He is so adorable with his snorgling and purring and his little tongue suckling on air. 30 minutes later, (and at this time, Robin was sleeping on J on the couch under another blanket so we had a double whammy!), I asked if he was ok not going to the gym. I kinda wanted to chill, relax, and heal. I was still really sore from the intense cardio on Friday night that almost killed me. Plus, we had done a pit stop at Alki beach in the afternoon. J skateboarded, while I went for a very brisk walk – we were there about 1 hour. So in a way, we both kinda exercised. I figured it was at least 250-300 calories of exercise. Not awesome, but something. That chipped away at the gym resolve too.
So I crapped out. I know that makes going the next time that much harder. I know how it goes. It’s a slippery slope. You don’t go to the gym one time. THe next day if you don’t go in, then you start losing your fitness edge, and your muscles will start chipping away at your resolve. “It’s so nice and comfy on the couch, are you *sure* you have to go…now?” or maybe “It’s so late, if you go you’ll be so tired and wouldn’t it be better to get a full night’s sleep and do it…tomorrow?” UGH! I have to nip this in the bud RIGHT NOW.
So tonight I’m going no matter what. After all, it’s Sunday night. I have to get my hour of Iron Chef at 7 pm! No way around it, I have a date with the treadmill at 7 pm…tonight!