Today is the day I start going back to the gym.
I'm equal parts excited and paralyzed with fear. I'm not sure why- I used to go to the gym 4-6 times a week and go swing dancing and go on long walks with my dog. I used to be a very active person despite my badonkadonk.
Maybe the key phrase is "used to be".
I meant to start yesterday, but I basically set myself up for failure and didn't have my gym bag or lunch packed the night before, and there's pretty much no hope of doing it in the morning. I don't know about you guys, but morning are just so hard. So. Darn. Hard. I tried to find light and happy songs to use as alarms, but after awhile I start to dread them and want to throw my phone across the room. Basically my last few months has looked like this:
|Both please! Throw some carbs in there and I'm good to go!|
|Angelika just gets me.|
So. I'm going back to the gym today and I'm going at lunch because I know that that is just what works for me. I can't possibly go in the mornings (see above- ha!), and I don't want my evenings consumed with it, so lunch time is the best time. Plus I really enjoyed it back in the day of my fitness craze. Just getting back to it is soooo hard. And painful. And hard.
It's on the blog and I've told some people at work, so I am essentially forcing myself to go. I'll feel like a jerk if I tell all of you that I am and then don't. It also helps that the Bearded Wonder will be joining me. :) He's a gym rat though so he likes going to the gym. Weirdo.
|I know George, I don't get it either.|