I finally made it!!!
Monday morning I managed to not talk myself out of going to the gym.
The workout itself? Well, naturally, after a few weeks in Sid the Sloth Mode, physical activity on the scale that gyming requires was strenuous, painful and nearly the death of me. I went home to a hot shower and then collapsed in bed with heat packs on the shoulders, back and calves. It was a truly sorry sight.
Tuesday I undertook a gentler form of physical activity; I walked in Kings Park with Ariel. I think the fact I wandered through the botanical loveliness with an ice-cream (iced lolly for my English followers) would have negated any benefits the exertion should have brought me, however…
Fingers crossed I make it to the gym tomorrow – after the RAC Man has called, opened my car and retrieved the keys, which I locked in there on Monday. This is what physical exertion does to one! I was so wiped out from having to Gym-It that I was unable to remember important things such as removing the keys from the ignition before securely locking every bollocking door!
I am so pleased that my friends have more faith in my resolve than I do.
Of course I didn’t go to the gym this week!
You won’t be surprised to learn I did not go to the gym on Monday afternoon.
I can see the shocked and stunned looks on your faces.
I could not even get my Slothful Sid Carcass out of the house yesterday to shake my booty.
I did bake chocolate cupcakes!
Maybe I will make it there tomorrow. I might need to release some frustration after getting a bollocking from my supervisor. I have forgotten that I am meant to be working on a thesis. (I would appreciate it if, when you see me, you just remind me about it. Thanks.)
Tune in Friday.
I have not been to the gym for nearly a month now.
I think I mentioned in issue 2 my talent for talking myself out of disagreeable activities that are good for me?
Yes, well, I have been excelling at this for the last month.
A small part of my brain is resolved to head to the gym on my way home from work today, however, I suspect it won’t take much to defeat and delay this resolve. The sleep-deprived part of my brain is screaming at me to get back home, into my PJs and snuggled up under the duvet before midday. (This schedule should give me enough time to shower, don the PJs and watch this morning’s episode of Charmed and be in bed before the clock strikes noon!)
Until part 2.