Vikky (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} vikkymouse) wrote,@ 2009-04-27 22:12:00 |
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Out of excuses
When I'm not interested in doing something even the smallest excuse will be enough for me not to bothering to do it. This will effect everything at some point or another, but one that bothers me has been the gym.
I started going to the gym three times a week a couple of years back, and over six months I lost 50 pounds. Of course things started to slow down.
The first excuse was that I was going to the gym before work, so I head to leave the house earlier and stay at work longer. This was good enough that three times a week became less then once a month.
Then I started taking the bus to work, and it went right past by gym, and the time wasn't that big of a deal because of how the bus schedule worked out. So I tried again, after a month in became to much of a pain to take my gym clothing with me on the bus, so I stopped going again.
After I changed jobs I tried using the gym at the apartment complex. This meant getting right out of bed, changing and going to the gym. Of course I was too tired for that, and it was cold, and most of the equipment was broken. This never really caught on.
So, now I'm at my new job, and like many they provide gym benefits, but this one is a bit different. The gym is located in the office itself. It's a small gym, but it's a small company.
Okay, so the gym is 100 feet away from my desk. No travel issues.
The walk to the bus stop is small, so taking the clothing with me isn't a problem. And I can leave it at work during the week.
There's always that time in the mid afternoon where I just want to get up from my desk and do something else to clear my head.
For the last couple of weeks I've been going to the gym three times a week without any balancing or trying to convince myself. In fact I look forward to it. Half an hour on an elliptical machine makes the rest of the day much more relaxed.
So, here's to working off another 50 pounds, while not having to go out of my way at all.
Oh, and all of you out there in LJ land who know me in real life. Kick my ass if I screw this one up, okay?
When I'm not interested in doing something even the smallest excuse will be enough for me not to bothering to do it. This will effect everything at some point or another, but one that bothers me has been the gym.
I started going to the gym three times a week a couple of years back, and over six months I lost 50 pounds. Of course things started to slow down.
The first excuse was that I was going to the gym before work, so I head to leave the house earlier and stay at work longer. This was good enough that three times a week became less then once a month.
Then I started taking the bus to work, and it went right past by gym, and the time wasn't that big of a deal because of how the bus schedule worked out. So I tried again, after a month in became to much of a pain to take my gym clothing with me on the bus, so I stopped going again.
After I changed jobs I tried using the gym at the apartment complex. This meant getting right out of bed, changing and going to the gym. Of course I was too tired for that, and it was cold, and most of the equipment was broken. This never really caught on.
So, now I'm at my new job, and like many they provide gym benefits, but this one is a bit different. The gym is located in the office itself. It's a small gym, but it's a small company.
Okay, so the gym is 100 feet away from my desk. No travel issues.
The walk to the bus stop is small, so taking the clothing with me isn't a problem. And I can leave it at work during the week.
There's always that time in the mid afternoon where I just want to get up from my desk and do something else to clear my head.
For the last couple of weeks I've been going to the gym three times a week without any balancing or trying to convince myself. In fact I look forward to it. Half an hour on an elliptical machine makes the rest of the day much more relaxed.
So, here's to working off another 50 pounds, while not having to go out of my way at all.
Oh, and all of you out there in LJ land who know me in real life. Kick my ass if I screw this one up, okay?
