The Gym: I don’t like it
I’ve done it again. Fallen off the workout wagon… It’s been three weeks since I’ve taken my scheduled cycling class and two weeks since I’ve had pool time with Christie. What on earth is wrong with me? Why do I do this to myself? The short answer, I just don’t really like working out. So if anything, any little thing distracts me I get off track.
Sure working out makes me feel better, increases my energy, helps me sleep sounder, but the physical act of working out — I just don’t like. And to be truthful since I haven’t shed any pounds in forever, I’m even less enthused about working out. I know better than this, all of this, but somehow I’m here again. I talked to my dear friend who is active and healthy she says she goes through similar phases too. Maybe this is just to be expected, eh? I dunno. I just know that I want to better than this, or do I? Heavy sigh. I’ll stop rambling. I’m sure I sound like a broken record. How many times have I been in this place? Geez, when will I come up with a plan I can stick to and enjoy? Back to the drawing board again. I’m reminded of this saying… if you don’t like starting over, don’t stop.