Last night I finally had time to go to the gym for the first time since I was put on restriction with Ivy and since my membership began being charged again. I was pleasantly surprised with myself. 2.1 miles in 30 minutes on the elliptical is not far off my normal mark. Tomorrow I am going to go to the yoga class.
See, I’ve never liked working out. Sweating and breathing heavy does not make me feel endorphin’s or whatever else those work out nuts feel. Jason has said a few times that he knows how much I enjoy my work outs, no I just enjoy not having to grease doors to fit through them.
That’s not to say I don’t look forward someday’s to my work out. When I’ve been stressed and the irritation and urge to maim burn deep hitting the gym really does help. Instead of venting on those around me I punish myself. That cookie? 10 minutes of running! A whole cheeseburger? Girl get your ass into the pool and swim extra laps! Finally had it with having to send back charges for correction? Yoga baby yoga!
That’s my secret to staying with my work out. My motivation is a sort of self punishment system. Really, I’m my own personal trainer.
