I’m so tired of being cold, so tired of late trains, so tired of missing workouts, so tired of running on a treadmill, so tired of restricting my diet, and most of all I’m so tired of beating myself up for all the things I don’t do in a day.
A pretty common theme in my blogs is how I can’t seem to find enough time to do everything I want to do. The root of the problem is not that I can’t find the time, it’s that I’m not willing to sacrifice my lazy time. Last night I was in the house by 6pm. The dogs were out, and had been fed by 630pm. And dinner was on the table by 645pm. It’s a lot to accomplish in a little bit of time. But I manage. After dinner my husband and I took the dogs for a walk. Usually it’s a quick pace walk, with a lengthy delay at the park so that the dogs can ‘do their thing’. I thought it made a great warm up for another run on the treadmill at the gym. Rather then work out, Joe and I did some weight training for upper body while we watched TV and stayed home with the dogs. We compromised the gym time for home time, a.k.a. lazy time. The alternative was to head to the gym in the morning.
Guess what? Per the usual, the alarm went off before the sun awoke, and I hit SNOOZE! I changed the time to my normal waking time and just lied there. My husband is the best cuddler on the planet. I try to crawl out of bed, but snuggling him is just so much better then a 630am spin class. A class, by the way, that would have made me late for work. After resetting the time, I just stared at the clock. I watched 10 minutes go by before I dozed off. If I could just push myself for those ten minutes then I could bare suiting up in workout garb and taking the moonlit drive to the gym. That was the third day this week that our ‘plans’ to go to the gym didn’t happen. Joe says “who cares?” It doesn’t bother him that we set the same goal three times and failed miserably. I remember a time when I could get to the gym first thing in the morning. It was when we weren’t married, and I lived at home. I couldn’t snooze the alarm because it would wake everyone up continuously. I had to get up on the first shot. It helped that I didn’t have the temptation of a snuggle bunny lying next to me.
So who cares? Who cares that I work out in the evening instead of the morning? I DO! It’s so important to gain some time at home in the evening. Time to be lazy would be time not to stress. I’m a stress ball in general, but I don’t want to be. I don’t want to stress out about when I’m going to eat dinner because I’ve got to get to the gym. I don’t want to miss out on time with the dogs, and feel bad that they don’t get enough interaction with us. Most importantly, I’d rather spend my waking hours with my hubs, and enjoy his company.
Once again I’m setting a goal to get up and work out in the morning. I plan to start next Monday. There’s nothing I can do about the lack of daylight. There’s nothing I can do about the freezing temperatures. Maybe it’ll even improve the way I eat all day because I’ll have given myself a healthy start for the day. And soon, I may even be able to run outside some of those days. All I know, is if I don’t meet this goal, I’m going to set a back up goal of not beating myself up. I’m going to promote the positive. And maybe I won’t be so tired if I get it out of the way in the morning.
No comments:
Post a Comment