The hardest part about working out is working out. Getting the gear on, the mat out, the DVD cued up, the sneakers on and out of the front door was just so damned hard. It’s not that I want to to be out of shape, it’s just that I want to be able to eat cookies and ice cream while getting in shape.
I swear I’ve come up with every excuse in the book for why I did and did not exercise only to be caught in that shame spiral that makes me feel bad about being out of shape. All of the tricks I tried to do didn’t work: paying myself a dollar per workout, adding a stone to the jar.
This morning I decided to just dance. I may be off beat, out of rhythm and some other things that would have made The Bee cringe had she been present but I did it.
Not quite like Elaine, but well. Almost.