I have no excuse.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Every day I've got my gym bag packed in my car when I go to work. The gym I've now joined is right on my way home. I HAVE to drive past it. And since I'm home an hour before my husband every day and I don't have kids, I really have zero excuse to not go to the gym.
And every day, I get in my car after work and I see my gym bag there on the passenger seat. A constant reminder of the fact that I need to go to the gym. And I have a 40 minute drive in which to talk myself out of working out when I've had a bad day.
So far? At first, most days that 40 minutes was spent whining to myself about having to go to the gym. Then as I neared the gym, I'd tell myself that I had no excuse. I had whining, but no excuse NOT to go to the gym.
And I'd go. And I'd tell myself I only had to do 30 minutes. Most days I stayed longer.
And now, I look forward to that time at the gym. I know that it'll replenish ALL of the energy that gets sucked out of me during the day at work. I know that I'll push myself a little harder and at the end of the week the scale will be my friend rather than something I dread seeing.
I'm running again.
I'm even doing some simple weights in a circuit.
I'm feeling amazing.
All of these changes have been great for me. The diet changes (even if I sometimes go a little sideways and eat awfully) and the working out are great. And while the scale isn't necessarily showing as much progress as I'd hoped, my clothes absolutely are.
So yeah, I used to have a million excuses. Now I have none.