We had a lovely dinner and all things considered I am still one point under my daily allowance. But there is something that nags at me.
I think about it in the morning. I consider it in the afternoon after work. I plot ways to do it in the evening when I am plopped on the couch watching TV.
That's right, I'm filled with "GYM GUILT". I didn't know such thing existed, but nothing else could explain this feeling. I read on pinterest (*a help and a burden) lots of motivational sayings and pictures about health and wellness and clearly these images are haunting me.
This one phrase has been on my mind today :
Its not an earth shattering statement. Heck, it's not even that witty, but every ounce of this statement is true. I always feel sorry the next day for not doing what I know I should do. ...and it's my choice.
Choices that I make are both disappointing and unproductive. However, the warmth of home and comfort of my couch usually outweigh the drive to the gym after a day at work. At the time I make the decision to stay home with my husband and puppy dog I am content. It is only later, after dinner and reminiscing about the meals I had through the day, I realize that I did nothing to supplement my efforts to eat differently.
The choice I am making here and now: BUYING A TREADMILL and putting it right in the living room. (*SHHH! My husband doesn't know yet!)
Will it be ugly? YES.
Will I be more likely to use it if it is in a place where I can spend time with my husband, watch tv, and I don't have to climb the stairs to get to it? ABSOLUTELY!
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