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Aug. 3rd, 2006 07:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicTonight's workout sucked my will to live. Seriously, I'm trying so hard to muster the energy just to get in the shower...and it's just not coming to me. My arms feel like lead and this will have to be a short journal entry because I won't be able to hold my fingers over the keys much longer.
I left work feeling serious hunger pains. Something's wrong with this picture, because 9 times out of 10, I don't get hunger pains. I just feel hungry, which is a bit uncomfortable, but mostly it's just impatience. Now that I think about it, I had hunger pains at lunch today, too. Anyway, I had a pretty good-sized lunch, late in the day, so I really shouldn't have had hunger pains at 5 o'clock. But I did. I told myself I'd eat first, then go to the gym. When I got home, I realized that if I ate first, I'd totally talk myself out of the gym, so I just changed clothes, wished away the hunger pains, and went. Now, I wasn't going to let myself get away without doing an arm workout, because it's been too long - holding Lucy all day Monday doesn't count, because that was only one side of my body anyway. So I did arms. But I also wanted to do legs, because, well, I just did. So I did both. Then I got on an elliptical. Before I was even on the thing, I was thinking I'd be lucky to last 10 minutes. At the 4-minute mark, my stomach already hurt so bad, I told myself I could get off after 10 minutes. But 10 minutes finally came, and I thought, no, this is pathetic. At least go 15. And I totally would've gotten off at 15, but a song came up on my iPod that I just LOVE, and even if I were on my deathbed, I'd have to get up and dance to that song, so I told myself I could tough it out through the end of said song. The song finished up, and I was at 19 minutes. I thought, well, I can at least make it to 20 from here. After 20, I told myself I could get off at any point. I'd done enough. Just the knowledge that I had done enough and wouldn't feel bad about getting off whenever I wanted was enough to propel me to the 30-minute mark, but damn if that wasn't the longest 30 minutes of my life. But I'm proud of myself for sticking with it, and now I'm going to shower and then, THEN, I will reward myself with the food I have been aching for.
Peace.
I left work feeling serious hunger pains. Something's wrong with this picture, because 9 times out of 10, I don't get hunger pains. I just feel hungry, which is a bit uncomfortable, but mostly it's just impatience. Now that I think about it, I had hunger pains at lunch today, too. Anyway, I had a pretty good-sized lunch, late in the day, so I really shouldn't have had hunger pains at 5 o'clock. But I did. I told myself I'd eat first, then go to the gym. When I got home, I realized that if I ate first, I'd totally talk myself out of the gym, so I just changed clothes, wished away the hunger pains, and went. Now, I wasn't going to let myself get away without doing an arm workout, because it's been too long - holding Lucy all day Monday doesn't count, because that was only one side of my body anyway. So I did arms. But I also wanted to do legs, because, well, I just did. So I did both. Then I got on an elliptical. Before I was even on the thing, I was thinking I'd be lucky to last 10 minutes. At the 4-minute mark, my stomach already hurt so bad, I told myself I could get off after 10 minutes. But 10 minutes finally came, and I thought, no, this is pathetic. At least go 15. And I totally would've gotten off at 15, but a song came up on my iPod that I just LOVE, and even if I were on my deathbed, I'd have to get up and dance to that song, so I told myself I could tough it out through the end of said song. The song finished up, and I was at 19 minutes. I thought, well, I can at least make it to 20 from here. After 20, I told myself I could get off at any point. I'd done enough. Just the knowledge that I had done enough and wouldn't feel bad about getting off whenever I wanted was enough to propel me to the 30-minute mark, but damn if that wasn't the longest 30 minutes of my life. But I'm proud of myself for sticking with it, and now I'm going to shower and then, THEN, I will reward myself with the food I have been aching for.
Peace.
