I took those words right out of old Horatio's mouth. I'm pretty sure it was Horatio, if not, please don't get your panties in a bunch. I love Shakespeare but sometimes I get the characters mixed up. Alas, I've digressed already!
As you all know, I've been working hard on a new me. A fit me. A trim me. OK, I'll say it. A drop dead gorgeous, smokin hot me! I made myself a goal for 30 days. Today is day 23. I vowed for 30 days to stay 100% OP every single day except for my no rules day. I vowed that I'd exercise a minimum of 5 times a week for a minimum of 30 minutes at a semi high intensity. I vowed that I'd track my food. For 22 days I've done that. I have no intention of stopping, but today I noticed something different. Today is Sunday. I thought I'd make it my day of rest from exercise. I lay in bed knowing I didn't have to leap out of the comfy softness and don exercise clothes and sweat my fat ass off to my WATP DVD. It felt lovely.
I got out of bed, put on my soft velvet robe and slippers, performed my morning ablutions, fixed my coffee and sat down to sip and read my book. Life was good. Or was it? Something was niggling at me. I felt unease. I'm a pretty mellow person. I don't feel stress as much as some seem to, and I certainly don't feel it during my morning coffee. What could be wrong? I damn near choked on my coffee when I realized what it was. OMG I didn't do my exercise and it's messing with my mind!!!!!!
They say if you do something long enough, it'll become habit. Is 22 days long enough? Apparently it is! Good grief I guess I'm stuck with this exercise malarkey now as I sure don't like the feeling that's inside my chest right now from not doing it!
I am reading an old book I've had around for years that is written by Bob Greene who is, or was at that time, Oprah's personal trainer. He sites reasons for why you should exercise first thing in the morning over other times of the day. They sound like valid reasons to me so that's what I've adopted for my routine. So, now, because I've not leapt out of bed and 'walked off the pounds' with Leslie, I'm feeling all crappy inside. It's actually like feeling nervous. How dumb is that? Goodness am I an OCD person or what?
I'll exercise later. I hope the feeling goes away.
Tomorrow will find me sweating my bootie off first thing for sure.
A wink and a smile
6 years ago