On Motivation, Stress, blahblahblah…

Yeah, I’m pretty pissed at myself right now…I totally punked out on the gym tonight and had no good excuse.  I made one up…since Joey has to drive to Wake Forest tomorrow and we need to go to bed early, I definitely needed an extra forty-five minutes to sit on my butt in the recliner playing on Facebook.  Blah…why can’t I get myself in gear?

I really envy these girls whose fitness blogs I read; they seem to be completely and totally in love with exercise.  I never read one of these where they’re like, “I hate freaking working out, but I had to because I don’t want to be a fat pig.”  Granted, I probably wouldn’t read for long if they had that attitude, but it would just help to know that I can still do this weight loss thing even though I really don’t have this great affection for exercise.

I’ve tried in the morning; we have to get up at quarter ’till five to make it to the gym.  With the pace at which our lives move, that’s really just not a possibility.  I’ve tried lunch; it’s all good until you’re sitting at your cube and realize that you smell like a wildebeast and your face is beet-red…top that off with the embarrassment of having EVERYONE who walks by your desk ask you if you’re okay because your face is beet-red.

So, that leaves after work.  No problem, eh?  I was totally on board with hitting up the gym…I rode home from work excited because I was going to have time to read In Defense of Food, maybe even finish it…thirty minutes to just zone out on the bike, burn some calories, and enjoy some time to myself.  By the time I got home, I walked in the door, sat down for a minute, and the mental battle began.  It only took five minutes.  I was in my pajamas and piled up in the chair, watching M*A*S*H and beginning what would be an evening of self-loathing.

Here’s what I want to be eating:

stir fry in action

veggie stir-fry

veg and rice

veggies with brown rice

salad

giant salads

Oats

beautiful bowls of healthy oats.

Instead, I’m munching on chips (natural chips, of course, so they must be healthy, right??), leftover Halloween candy (but not as much as I have previously), and other decidedly NOT clean-eating stuff. 

Am I too tired?  Probably not.  Too lazy?  Assuredly.  But HOW do I stop?  How did you fitness and food blog girls do it…the ones of you who didn’t already love exercise?  Or are there any of you out there who didn’t love exercise?  Am I the only one?  Anyway…enough of that.

Other than the above rant, today wasn’t too bad.  I got my work done, got my revision of my paper done, and I’ll be able to do research for my other paper tomorrow and hopefully get it written before tomorrow night since it’s due Wednesday and we’re passing them around amongst ourselves to proofread each other’s stuff.  Unfortunately, the book that I’m reading right now for Ethnic Lit, Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer, is sucking.  Thus far, it’s disjointed and silly.  We’ll see how it shapes up.

So, that’s all I’ve got today…sorry it’s less-than-fabulous, but I didn’t want to be positive and have it be fake.  I’m pissed, and that is that.

But, I leave you with some Kins-joy…Shelli enjoying some special kitty ice cream that we got her this summer:)…

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2 thoughts on “On Motivation, Stress, blahblahblah…

  1. That happens. My most effective workouts used to happen in the mornings, but since I teach, working out in the morning isn’t an option from September until June. Good intentions only go so far.

  2. I understand…I have a friend who’s a teacher and she has to get up at 4:45 anyway…can’t even think of how much earlier she’d have to get up if she tried to work out too.

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