I don’t have anything overly interesting to say. As I sit here and write this I am procrastinating… I should have been at the gym an hour ago. But here I am slowly working up to going to the gym. I hate how it becomes such “a thing” the longer I procrastinate, it almost gets stressful.
I wonder if other people have this relationship with the gym. It’s a miracle that I ever get there with the way I procrastinate. I hate doing domestic stuff, but I just cleaned my daughters room and put a load of laundry in, I’m thinking because both of those things are more attactive than going to the gym. I think it’s a game I play with myself. I start doing all sorts of other things so that eventually I can say “well it’s too late now, I can’t go. I have to make dinner” or “I have too much work to do” or “I’ll go tomorrow”.
It’s funny because my gym is an all women’s circuit training gym, so I only really need 45 mins and I get an awesome work out. It really is a great work out. Some of the women that go to my gym are 50+ and have fantastic muscular development. They put me to shame. I am always happy when I leave the gym and think “I’m glad I came” yet it’s my feelings of not wanting to go that overpower those memories when I am trying to build up motivation to get out the door. The negative beats down the positive leaving it lying in a happy little pool of blood on the floor.
Will I go? I honestly don’t know. I guess I’ll let you know later tonight. I’m gona “try” (whatever that means)