Last night at 7pm, I realized I had told everyone I was going to work out today.
But the truth was, I’ve really liked not working out. I like sleeping in until 6ish and going to work. I like coming home right away after work and not having to get gross.
And you want to know what makes it worse? I weighed myself and I am only 1lb higher than when I went in for surgery. Now my pants aren’t fitting because my stomach is still swollen but the scale? It doesn’t show a gain. So in my twisted, screwed up mind, I find this as a self-defined excuse!
I know, I know, I KNOW I will feel good after… I just have to do it.
Being healthy includes working out.
So I did what I knew had to be done.
I texted an accountability partner.
There. Now I can’t take it back. I texted Jen and that means she’ll be waiting for me.
Then, I got up and got my workout clothes ready .
I watched a few short moments of t.v. and then I fell asleep by 9:30pm. Asleep by 9:30 which is just perfect because I woke up today at 5:45am to hit the gym. 8 hours of sleep… just like I like it.
And then… all was right in my world again because I had started my weekend with a workout.