Reluctantly Crouched at the Starting Line

Engines thumping and pumping in time. Green lights flashing. The flags go up. Churning and burning. They yearn for the cup.....


But enough CAKE, The reason that I titled this post Reluctantly Crouched at the Starting Line is because the last few days have been really difficult for me, to work out that is. I am one of those people that has to work out in the morning, shortly after I eat breakfast, or else I don't do it. This is how I felt Wednesday. I had a hell night with my little muffin. I slept until almost 10. I ate breakfast, fed my bug, and rushed to get out of the house. I had plans. Important plans and I didn't want to waste time exercising! Damn it!!! I also secretly, or not so secretly, hate working out; but I have to work out because I love to eat so much!


So this is how it was. It was already 8:00 pm and I was vacillating between wanting to work out and really not wanting to work out. Luckily, I have Nate to force me to do the things I hate to do, such as; putting my clothes away, cleaning up after myself, and exercising. He told me that I had been doing so well and it was really ridiculous to make up excuses now. So, muttering and grumbling the entire time, I put on my workout clothes and got to work. It is amazing how fast those 20 minutes go by. In fact, the only part of the workout that I hate is the first circuit, then it gets exponentially better for the remaining two circuits. Maybe it's because I am better at the exercises in the later half....or maybe it's because I know I am almost done. I finished working out at around 9:00 and was dripping with sweat, sore, and really proud of myself. Not to mention, thankful that my husband guilted me into doing it.


I felt a little better about working out later in the day on Thursday. I spent the day, dinking around on the Internet, and then it hit me, I still needed to work out. Poo!! I kept making excuses. Well, I just woke up and I had a really poor nights sleep, so I will work out after breakfast. Then it was, well the baby is fast asleep and I am so tired, so I will take a nap with him. Then, I woke up and my excuse was, well I just took a really long nap and I haven't eaten lunch yet. After lunch, I was too full to work out...and so on and so forth. Finally, my body said to my brain (yes, my various parts discuss their options with each other), it said "brain, what excuse do you have now?? None, good, get off your ass and get busy!" So I did. Before dinner, I strapped on my shoes and worked out with Jillian for 20 minutes. It felt good. Not great yet, but good none the less.


I am working up the nerve/energy to do it today. I haven't gotten there yet, but I will!