ex.er.cise
Gym. Time. Every. Day. Why is this so hard to remember?
Labels: i'd rather read a book, lax life, working out
posted by BigAssBelle at 6:57 AM
Monday, November 12, 2007
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15 Comments:
I have issues in this department as well, and have taken to avoiding the computer in the morning, so as not to procrastinate. I was there by 5:10 this morning, and feel much better for it. Guilt and sloth are two things I am trying to avoid.
ooooh. tater. sloth. such an ugly word.
i woke up at 4:15, couldn't get back to sleep so i got up and washed some clothes, made coffee, watched Tell Me You Love Me and then, once the gym was open, procrastinated about going.
and yet i'm done for the day and i feel INCREDIBLE. i don't know if it's some deep character flaw or just pure laziness that keeps me from doing things that require effort, even when i KNOW the result will be so well worth it and i'll feel great.
I think it has more to do with setting a positive habit. Once I go for two weeks straight, it becomes second nature, and for some reason I don't whine about it anymore. It's the starting and stopping and starting, that gets me incredibly lazy about going. Now if only I were to slothful to go out and buy cigarettes...
... and yet, I never forget to eat.
I am in the gym groove, but it was still painful to get out the door this morning and start swinging those free weights around. None the less, I'm happy I did it. I gotta make myself pretty for this spring when you come up north to meet all us boys. And I've only got 6 months. Oy!
She has to come out of the closet with Mike first, I have a feeling our Belle isn't coming...
Yes, that was a dare honey.
Closets are for hangers.
*wagging finger with hand on hip*
*BLOG CLOSET* oops
well tater, if only i could get to the gym and quit buying those big block hershey bars which i tell myself are only 400 calories and a lot of chocolate and i can make it up on the elliptical only i don't go and i don't even like hershey bars compared to godivas. sigh. if only.
eric: ain't that the truth? i remember a friend standing in my kitchen, scrawny little thing, suddenly grabbed a chair and sat down. i asked what was wrong, she said "i'm dizzy. hmmmm . . . did i eat today? i don't think so, and i was too tired to eat last night. i guess i haven't eaten since yesterday morning, maybe it's hunger." after i smacked her, i fed her. bitch.
tony, i think i got off track when i shortened my workouts so i could stay the same length of time as mike (why wouldn't he lengthen his workouts. maybe i didn't ask. idiot). i just get on one track and can't get off again. sigh.
tater. bitch. i'm peeking out the door. bitch. ;-)
okay, i had to load a freight truck. so i've planned my speech to mike:
Mike! guess what! i met a bunch of guys online and i'm going to fly off to NYC by myself and hang out with them. c-ya!! take good care of the puppies! back in a few days. bye-bye! don't wait up!
After he looks at me like i'm 10 kinds of crazy, he'll say "what guys?" and i'll say
"oh, you know, a bunch of guys from all over the place ~ DC, Boston, Chicago, Washington, Dallas, Italy, New Zealand, California, you know, everywhere. so i met them on these blog thingies that i know you don't know anything about because you've never even sat down in front of a computer. but it's really fun and you can find kindred spirits and i can write all kinds of things about you and i can read other people's stuff and there are some AMAZING writers out there, so ta-ta!!"
what do you think he'll say, tater? he knows better than to tell me what or what not to do. but i think that this would . . . um . . . perhaps take him aback. perhaps. ;-)
maybe he could swap #s with your husband and they could commiserate.
Hey Sweety, check your e-mail.
You are all wicked children.
You will all go to the gym everyday until, like me, you are addicted to it. You will then come, en masse, to New York where we will eat fine chocolate and everything else that crosses our path for 48 hours.
I will brook no disagreement.
everything else?
and we are wicked. it's something to hang on to in my dotage.
taterbug, you are a precious sweetie pie.
And you.
Oh, Lynette, we have SOOO much in common! Does it count if you THINK about exercise every day?
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