Talking myself in and out of it. And then back in to it.
I really *should* go to the gym. Really. I should get on there and move my ass as I watch the calories burned climb… 100, 200, 300, 400. After 400 I tell myself I can stop. I try to do it in 30 minutes. For the most part, I can, but on days like today I know I’ll have to crank up the intensity because I am seriously dragging.
I’ll feel better if I go. I won’t make this week look like last week, where I went on Monday and flaked the rest of the week.
If I don’t go tonight, I won’t go at all until *maybe* Saturday. Tomorrow I have plans and Friday night I have plans. If not now, when?
I am tired, I could go to bed right now. I have PMS. I ate too much today. I could go 10 feet into my living room and do yoga. I’ll still feel like I flaked.
Once I get there I know I’ll feel better. I could burn off the extra calories I ate today, and then some. I want to see scale progress on Saturday.
I’m going to get changed and then I’m going.
**UPDATE**
I went to the gym. I worked out. I feel so much better!
