The trouble with weight loss is not the actual work out but rather the motivation to go to the gym and work out. The trouble with motivation is I don't have any. I was feeling pretty good about myself this afternoon when I set up plans for an epic return to the gym, however I am pretty sure that I digressed a bit when tonight I found myself binge eating tortillas, sour cream, and cookie dough. Trust me, it is A LOT less disgusting than it sounds.
When I think about returning to the gym the initial thoughts excite me! I love the natural endorphins and the sense of satisfaction that I have knowing that I have done something good for myself. Then, as it often does, my mind begins to wander. Suddenly memories of the excruciating pain of burning muscles and the hunch back of Notre Dame walk that I seem to acquire every time I start hard workouts. It is about this time during my jaunt down workout memory lane, that I have the sudden urge to curl up on my couch with a hot fudge sundae!
At any rate, I have only a few more days of freedom because Monday morning I have a date with "pain" and "suffering". Anyone wanna join me for a sundae??
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