As I lay here in bed and about to drift off to sleep i’m lamenting the fact that tomorrow will be another day that I’ll probably miss going to the gym.

Ok, that and I was typing this on my iPhone and it slipped out of my hands and hit me in the face…

My relationship with working out at the gym has been rocky for the past few months. It used to be so convenient: wake up around 3:30 or 4, do some work and some reading until 5:45, hit the gym for an hour and then go home and get ready for work. That all changed when the Gold’s Gym I went to moved to a smaller, temporary place while they built a mega gym. Both the temporary place and the mega gym are less convenient for me to get to. So I started to resent going to the gym.

At first I would step on the scale, look down and scream “YOU FUCKING LIAR!” and I would promise myself that I would go to the gym regardless of the pain in the ass drive. As time passed I learned to get over the anger and accepted the inconvenience. Recently it has become routine for me to stand on the scale and wonder “If I really let myself go then my belly will block my view of the numbers.”

I got lazy. I AM lazy.

I miss going to gym. I miss working out on the heavy bag there. I tend to kick the free standing one we have at home across the basement. I just need to get motivated enough to start going again on a regular basis.

Or maybe I can just say that I gave up the gym for Lent…