I have come to the conclusion that I am inherently lazy when it comes to physical activity. In July of 2008 I started working with a personal trainer, the idea being, I’ll feel better (desk job, too much sitting, blergh) and also if I pay for something, it means I am assigning it value, a priority, if that makes sense. Somewhere around last November I got Wii Fit and somewhere around January I decided to get serious about the whole business – not via the Fit, actually; I mostly just use that as a reliable scale. So far, so good. Positive forward movement. Feeling better, more physically fit, increased energy, all new pants, blah blah blah. I even started running (well jogging, but – SERIOUSLY). This is a shocking development.
Having more or less made it to the place I want to stay, I find my motivation has disappeared. Pfft. Why is this? I enjoy going once I get there. I feel better. In related news, my excellent vitamin taking habits from over the summer – also bit the dust. I started feeling like I had to do it, sort of like the laundry. And I have nothing more loathsome to avoid on a regular basis (school was really handy for making the gym seem awesome.)
Rather than delve any deeper psychologically, I’m going to blame it all on TDB, which is sapping my will to live right now; and also on an extremely irregular schedule lately. I’m finding it hard to get into a rhythm, distracted by all these pesky trips to lovely California to see my awesome boyfriend. I know, man. What am I thinking?! Although if I want to keep drinking fancy beers in these same new pants I better find some solution, I think.
So I’m going to the gym now and think about why I don’t go.