Day 3 of not working out. Tonight I was determined to go to the gym after work, and my roommate was just as determined (hell bent actually) on getting me to open mic night at "the Villa" instead. Guess who won? Not me. It would've been fine (not really, but I could've been ok with it), except that when we left the Villa, we both felt so much anxiety from all of the mingling with other singles that we found ourselves in the McDonald's drive thru, ordering hot chocolates with ice cream cones. What the what? Apparently one of her former dates taught her this- you just dump the cone in the chocolate and BAM! Delicious-ness. (For us foodies- I don't recommend McD's hot chocolate- it sucks. Go find a better hot choc). Great way to end the night with no workout again. We all officially know now that my 'rampage' isn't really a 'rampage' anymore...as usual. I'm sure you've been suspecting it (as I have been), but now it's official. I verbally commit to rampages only to be persuaded away the minute something else pops up.
I usually don't have a problem getting my workouts in. Believe it or not, skipping workouts actually bothers me more than eating bad. I like working out. It feels good to me and really does help me relieve stress. And I've been so stressed with work lately...Plus I eat better when I work out. I don't know why, I just do.
Not to mention some of these single's things stress me out to the max as well. This wasn't meant to be a "single's thing"- open mic night at the Villa, but let's be honest, that's what it is. All the single mormons in Huntington Beach seem to gather and we all hang out and chat. I wish I could accurately describe to you the bizarreness that is my single life sometimes. It's too much for tonight's post though- I'm just too tired to even begin.
The good news is my roommate tonight was like- you look super skinny...and I felt kinda skinny tonight as we were leaving the house. It felt so good! Clothes that have been too tight for too long are finally starting to fit a little looser again. And I love it. I love, love, love it. This is why we do it- this is why we sweat for hours in the gym and deny ourselves all of the tasty treats- for these moments when we can leave the house confident that we're sexy and we look good. Isn't that one of your reasons too?
Ok, I'm tired and I have presentations in the morning, so I have to go. Hope you're day was better than mine. Stay strong through the weekend!