If I were to be honest with myself, I’d say I was a border line gym rat. Ok fine… I’m a complete gym rat, the queen of all gym rats, the head honcho of gym rats! I love to work out! I love to wake up in the morning and feel the after effects of a long work out. I suppose that constitutes someone as a gym rat, right? However, even gym rats get burnt out of working out, and January has been that month for me. I’ve had zero desire to get off the couch to run. I blame this on my addiction of 90210 and stupid Lifetime movies. And on top of the sudden laziness, it’s been like pulling teeth for me to attend my daily Jazzercise classes. None of these new characteristics are my normal self. I’m usually pumped to attend aerobics; and freakishly excited/energetic after I run three miles.
These past few weeks I have been pretty frustrated with my non-motivated butt, but last night I finally found motivation! Blogger World, I watched a two hour episode of The Biggest Loser. The show motivated me so much that I wanted to start working out right then, during the show. So throughout the show, Sister #1 and I kept doing crunches, lunges, and push-ups. I am fully aware that we looked like big dorks, no need to flood the comment box with this information. Sister #1 and I were so motivated that we worked out while our TV friends on The Biggest Loser worked out. Heck, Sister #1 got so motivated that she went to Wally-World, during a commercial break, to purchase an exercise ball. When I went to bed last night I was excited about my new found motivation. I set my alarm for 5:15am. I was going to attend an early aerobics class.
Well, this morning 5:15am hit me like a brick wall. I’m sad to report that I did not roll out of bed when my alarm went off. Instead, I hit snooze and went back to bed for another hour. A minor set back. I’m sure my body just needed to recover from all the crunches and push ups. Do not fret, my motivation is still intact. Later today you will find me and Little Shuffle running many circles around the track. I don’t care if show up to my church meeting all sweaty and stinky. I’m happy the old me is back.