sometimes the cheerleader wins and, less often, i think, the bed wins. i don't always wanna go and it isn't always fun but i'm always glad to check that box for the day.
this week i made it to the gym tuesday night and then thursday morning. morning has become my new preferred time and here are some reasons why:
- i get the machine i love. some of the cardio machines are jerky, not as smooth as my favourite, number 25. when i was there tuesday night, number 25 was occupied and i had to suffer through a jolted workout. luckily, the man using 25 exited when i was only 10 minutes into my cardio portion so i was able to hop over and use 25 to finish up.
- it's quiet and i have less distractions. only a few people scattered among the equipment, the gym music playing overhead is nearly inaudible, and texts aren't filling up my phone.
- it's over and done with and the rest of the day is mine to do what i please--facetime or skype with family, see jeremy, go to bed early, etc.
- i feel lighter and stronger in the morning since i don't have the extra weight of the day fighting against me.
- i'm more alert throughout the day when my day jumpstarts with a hard morning workout.
- my eating is more manageable. i'm less inclined to snack or nibble on crap and more satisfied with the lunch i brought rather than going out with the team.
just because i'm blessed with a self-discipline toward exercise doesn't make it easier or more enjoyable. but i'm always glad when i've done it and i always feel better after.