i’m trying to get a kick start on my new years resolutions, which include going to the gym 5 days a week. i used to do it and loved it. i thought once i started working from home, it would be easier to go to the gym because i could, you know, go any time i wanted.
today i had a dentist appointment at 9 am. the dentist is really close to my gym. so last night i had the plan of getting up early and going to the gym before the dentist. i ended up waking up late, so that didn’t happen.
and here is how the rest of my thought pattern went:
ok, i’ll go to the gym after the dentist. but i can’t wear my gym clothes to the dentist.. it’s in cherry creek. they’ll think i’m a slob. maybe i can take my clothes with me and change into them there. but i don’t know where my gym bag is and i don’t have any other cute bags to tote them in. plus i can’t remember the combination to my lock. crap. if i go after the dentist i won’t be home all morning. it will take from 9-10 at the dentist, then i won’t probably be ready to work out until 10:30. an hour workout and it’s 11:30 already. and i’ll probably want to stop at target since it’s right next door. but what is my clients call this morning and i’m not available?
and then the skinny bitch voice inside of me (who i’ve been trying to make appear more often) said “GET YOUR FAT ASS TO THE GYM AND STOP MAKING EXCUSES!”.
so i packed my gym clothes in my messenger bag and set off to the dentist with the full intent of working out afterwards.
when i was checking out at the dentist, i got a call from my best friend that lives in california. we’ve known each other since we were 5. she said “hey… what are you doing today?” and told me that she was stuck at DIA for the day. she was supposed to have a 30 minute layover, but her flight out was cancelled and she’s in denver until tomorrow morning. so of course i skipped the gym to go pick her up from the airport.
so i always seem to start out with the best intentions and then life happens.
tomorrow, i WILL make it to the gym!