The first thing I did this morning was lie to myself. Although I’ve been looking forward to the day when thinking about the guy who recently dumped me is NOT the first thing I do, this is not where I wanted to go with it.
My alarm went off at 4:30. Eek. That is MF early. The plan was go to the gym for tread time and weights before work, but when I heard that God-awful sound, I thought, “I don’t want to.”
This excuse is great. It’s why we go to school for 16+ years. It’s why we suffer through braces and zits, crushes that actually leave us crushed and awful first and entry-level jobs. Because when we come out at the other end, we’re adults and we can do whatever we want.
(Is it wrong that sometimes I think that means eating chocolate cake for dinner because I might as well save the calories of eating actual dinner if I’m just going to eat the cake anyway?)
I reset my alarm for 5:40, but after discussing with myself for 4 minutes, I was getting up because the lie was that I actually DID want to get to the gym and work out.
I’m just getting back into working out in the morning, but when I was hardcore about it before, my early morning conversations with myself were more like, “you’re never going to regret getting up and working out, but you WILL regret hitting snooze” (although getting hit by a car if I’m running outside is one of my biggest fears and if THAT happened, I might regret it) or, “this is your only opportunity to work out today” (if I had plans after work, often like more work, or on occasion, a social activity).
Whatever the motivation, I’m glad to be back on track and glad that I’m learning to be honest with myself about what I want and going for it, soon to expand to other areas of my life.