Hauling Myself Back Up on the Wagon
So I went to the gym this morning. I did NOT want to go. What I REALLY wanted to do was stay home and while away the day on the computer. (Yes, it is while and not wile — I looked it up and found this, in case you’re OCD like I am and have to know this stuff.)
But since that’s gonna do nothing to help rid myself of the spare tire around my midsection, I donned my new yoga pants and tank top and drug myself to the gym this morning. Usually the energy in the place is contagious, and even when I don’t feel like working out, I get motivated when I walk through the doors. But not this morning.
I couldn’t bring myself to lift weights, so I went straight to a treadmill and started walking. S-l-o-o-o-w-l-y. I plugged in my handy-dandy headphones so I could hear the TVs instead of squinting to read the closed captioning across the bottom of the screens. I worked up to a respectable pace, but I still wasn’t getting that boost of energy that usually sets in after I warm up.
Finally I decided that perhaps I needed some tunes, so I unplugged from the TVs and hooked up my iPod. I was doing alright when Harder To Breathe by Maroon 5 came on. (Do you like my sophisticated taste in music?) But seriously, yall, that song had me charged. Before I knew it, I was upping my pace on the treadmill and pumping my arms with the best of them. I think I hit replay twice.
So my goal this afternoon to is to create a Treadmill Playlist on my iPod. Any suggestions for what I should put on it? What gets you pumped up to exercise?
I was feeling pretty good when I came out of the gym, and as I got in my car to drive home, I thought to myself, I’m just going to have an apple and a yogurt for lunch. And I’m going to drink a ton of water today. And I’m going to get back on the wagon and lose that five pounds I was saying I can’t seem to budge. I can do this. I’m sick of feeling schlumpy.
Right about that moment, I heard my 2-year-old squawking for something in the backseat. I turned around to see what she wanted, and what did I spy under the front of her seat but a familiar green box of those evil Girl Scout cookies. We put them in the car on Saturday with the intention of bringing them to my friend’s house where we went for the Super Bowl. Inside was an unopened roll of Thin Mints and an unopened roll of Do-Si-Dos™. Do-Si-Dos™ are my FAVES. Evidently we never brought them in on Saturday, so there they sat, staring at me, TEMPTING me with their delicious peanut butter goodness.
I could have left them there, unharmed. Or I could have brought them in the house and put them in the freezer to save for the next time we need to bring a sweet treat to a friend’s house. Or I could have thrown them out the car window to eliminate the temptation entirely.
But do you think I did any of those things? If you said yes, then you might need to check the URL because you’re probably at the wrong blog.
Yes, I succumbed. But. I am pleased to tell you that there is half of a roll left. Of each kind. And I did have a little bit of help from a certain 2-year-old with a sweet tooth that rivals her mommy’s. And I did have yogurt for lunch. So the day’s not totally shot. Not yet anyways.
No where did I put the rest of those cookies . . .