Musings of a Chicago-Born New Yorker

Excuses, Excuses

Did you ever have an argument with yourself? The part of you that wants to take a break from responsibility is explaining how the dog ate the homework. The part of you that is responsible is shaking it’s head and saying, “I call bullshit.”

For the last two days, I’ve been having this argument with myself. Sunday night was such a great night. The husband and I went out to one of his friend’s shows and had drinks afterward. It was quite a lovely date night. But I woke up Monday morning with a weird pain in my leg. It was painful enough that I decided not to do my workout.

Then I got home from work Tuesday morning and had a raging headache. I just wanted to get into bed and sleep it off. So I did, reasoning that it was only two days off, and maybe I could get up early and do the work out before work instead. Of course, I didn’t set my alarm to wake up early, so that didn’t happen.

My responsible self is calling bullshit with increasing volume while I just hang my head in shame. I fully intend to workout this morning once I’m home from work. I have no reason not to and I actually miss working out. I’ve never been a fan of sweating, but when I sweat while doing Tracy Anderson’s workout, for some reason I can just feel the weight going away and the muscles tightening. I want that feeling, and I shall have it.

My job had it’s 25th anniversary celebration last night. I couldn’t officially attend because I was working, but I did dress up for the occasion since we had so many visitors in the building. The dress I wore was a dress I’ve had for over 5 years now. I was a completely different size 5 years ago. I haven’t been able to work a size small dress in over a year, but guess what? This dress is a size small!

My responsible self is saying, “I told you so bitch.”

So I’m done making excuses. I will take my butt directly home from work, change into my workout gear, and get it moving. And if I’m lucky, I’ll have enough energy to wash a load of clothes because I still haven’t washed any clothes in the past week. I will stop here without giving you an excuse because I am pretending I’ve learned my lesson.

5 responses

  1. I’m having an argument with myself at this very moment. I don’t want to go to the Y to get my swim in. UGH!

    August 23, 2012 at 10:36

    • I hope you ended up going. It’s hard to get that motivation, but I’ve got my fingers crossed that you found it somehow.

      August 23, 2012 at 23:11

      • I did! I got up off my behind and got in a great swim. Thanks in part to your post. 🙂

        August 23, 2012 at 23:43

  2. silverneurotic

    I’m kind of a pro of making excuses for not exercising…and the worst part is I always end up feeling better after I’ve done it so it feels silly to make an excuse not to. I can understand not working out because you don’t feel well though. To me, that’s a legit excuse.

    August 23, 2012 at 20:38

    • I know! I do too, it’s just so hard to wrap your head around exerting that energy. Crazy the way the brain works, right?

      August 23, 2012 at 23:15