Wednesday, July 03, 2013
I struggled today from minute one. I was tired, I didn't feel frisky, and I certainly did not want to go to the gym today.
I started making excuses before I pried myself from the bed. "It's only one session." I can do it next week." "I don't feel well enough to work out." "It's hot."
I continued this line of thinking all day. Told myself I'd call the trainer at noon and cancel. I didn't. Told myself I'd decide by3pm. Whined more, but didn't cancel. Could have bailed, but I didn't. I left work at a reasonable hour. I got my butt to the gym and I worked it hard.
I progressed to heavier kettlebells, and a heavier medicine ball. the six pounder started to feel like a tennis ball. Whoa. How did that happen? Baby steps, and not allowing myself to cop out.
I am strong, and I am doing it. Whining and all.