On Monday I made a proud and determined proclamation to anyone that would listen. It went something like this, “My jeans are tight as hell. I am going to set my alarm and work out every morning before work. I did it before my wedding and I am going to get into the habit again.”
True to my word, every night I tucked myself into bed at a reasonable hour, set the alarm for 5:45 a.m. and waged war against insomnia in the name of physical fitness.
You probably know where I am going with this story so I won’t bore you with the details. I won’t drag out the fact that my dog was running laps around the living room as I lay motionless in bed. You don’t need to hear that my alarm snoozed every ten minutes for an hour each day. And worst of all, I won’t elaborate on how I waited patiently for the slowest elevator known to man, instead of taking the two flights of stairs to my office (clearly, the building contractor didn’t spring for an Otis).
What bothers me more than the fact that my willpower is weaker than a smoker with a pack of cigs, is that people all around me don’t seem to be having the same problem. I even have a friend that wakes up before her two year old child to make it to the gym (hi Stacey).
So right now, approximately four minutes after taking the last bite of a 3.6 ounce mini Cherry Garcia, I have decided that I despise this new lazy persona, the lack of ambition and the complete and utter apathy. In this spirit, I am officially making a new proclamation, stating aloud, “At least three times a week my heart rate will increase. Not because of freeway gridlock, work deadlines or cashier rage related to CVS’s insistence on hiring incompetent workers, but because the true me cares more about fitting into a pair of jeans than getting an extra hour of sleep.”
I am pretty confident I will be working out tomorrow. Until then, I will sit cross legged on my living room floor and chant my new mantra, “I love the eliptical machine, I love the eliptical machine, I love the eliptical machine.” Namaste.
July 11, 2008 at 10:53 am |
I’m doing such a great job of that lately. Hee hee.
July 12, 2008 at 11:15 pm |
hmmmm…..this sounds so similar to the mental struggle I have with working out…..in times like this I seem to always come to the conclusion that I will never have the will power to do the morning. I wonder why I can not be like my friend Sarah when it comes to working out.I can only aspire to have the drive for a morning work out. Untill then I will cheers to you marcy as so by people are right there with us.
July 21, 2008 at 7:27 pm |
[...] Drop and Give me 10! I have signed up for boot camp, extreme boot camp that is. My friend and I went to orientation this weekend where we had to do push ups and sit ups, run a timed mile and yield to several body measurements, a public scale and a body fat test (every girl’s dream). Now I am not intimidated by the physical torture that will ensue. What terrifies me is the 5:15 a.m. wake up call tomorrow morning. To me, squats, sprints and weights pale in comparison to the threat of an obnoxious squealing alarm (reminder – click here). [...]