*cries* I don't wanna!

I don't want to go to the gym today.  In my mind I keep trying to come up with good reasons why I can't.

• I was up an hour earlier than usual last night.
• I have to go food shopping.  
• I had a busy weekend and just want to plop on the couch and do nothing.
• I've worked hard.  I deserve a day here and there, right?
• I just don't want to.

I don't enjoy the gym.  I don't like running.  I don't like sweating.  I don't like being the lonely fat chick in the gym - where I imagine people are saying "What the heck is she trying to do?"  I just want to be my regular lazy self, go pick up my daughter, go food shopping, eat dinner, put her to bed and then jump in my own bed to watch tv.

You know what though?  None of those "reasons" are enough.  They are not "reasons"...they are excuses.

So what, I don't like the gym...of course I don't.  I'm 257lbs and prior to a couple of weeks ago, my idea of exercise was taking the stairs instead of the elevator.

So what, I don't like sweating...sweating equals hard work.

So what, if people are thinking "What the heck is she trying to do?"

I'm TRYING to get healthy.  That's what I'm trying to do.  And being my regular lazy self isn't going to get me there.

I know making an excuse to not go today is only going to lead to other excuses in the future.  I'm going to make myself go.  There is no excuse good enough (well, not on that list anyway) that makes it ok not to go.  I made a promise to myself and a promise to my little girl.  My life.  That I would get myself healthy, and that is what I intend to do!

So whether I like it or not, gym...here I come.  And you treadmill over there...and you people looking at me...get used to it.  I will be there Monday through Friday, working my tail off.

Week 2, Run 3 today...I think I'll live.