I had a dismal performance this week, in as far as working out is concerned. This early, I can already foresee how bad it’s going to be when colder temps set in. This has got to change.
This is expected, because I’m not really putting my heart into this whole thing. I always create excuses so as to veer away from the gym. Sure, I had a hectic week, although, I managed to squeeze in a day at the RD spa last Tuesday, and shopped nearby at Saks for a few necessities I’ve been wanting to get.
Because I know how important it is for me to be active and keep to a regular fitness regimen, I now feel so guilty. Being hypertensive for so many years, I know so well the benefits of exercise. Every time I falter and see the welcoming comfort of the couch, I’m hoping that one day I will finally really totally realize that I’m not doing it for anyone else, but for me. After all, it’s a lot better to be around gym equipments and machines than any medical equipment at the Doctor’s office or the hospital.
I’m psyched to a grueling two days at the gym this weekend. With the company of a gym buff in my husband, I’m certain that this is doable. I can’t slave myself for four hours at the gym just like him, but I can for sure do one and a half. Ah… challenge.