Boston Market

So for the past 9 weeks or so, I've been doing this boot camp class 1 or 2 times a week. For the first 5 week session, I did Saturday's only, and let me just tell you- that first week kicked my ass. The instructor Sonki said that he'd been teaching the class for like 5 years, and only 3 people had puked in that entire time. And all of them had been guys. Well, ladies and gentlemen, let's just say the count is now up to at least 4, and that it is now no longer a male only distinction. It was ROUGH, and I was sore for DAYS. I used muscles I forgot I had. But it has gotten easier, and after that first 5 week session of Saturdays, I decided to go through another round of boot camp; this time going Tuesday/Thursday evenings.

The thing about me and exercise, is that I'm always glad I did it when it is over- I always feel really good and healthy and all that. But about 5 minutes into whatever workout I'm doing, I have this inner monologue that starts SCREAMING in my head "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS???? YOU HATE THIS!!!" About that time, the only thing I can do to quiet the inner monologue is to start reasoning with it. I start off reminding my inner voice that in a mere 55 minutes, I will feel really good, and I will be glad I've done whatever it is that we're doing. That lasts for about 3.5 minutes, and then I have to start bargaining with my inner monologue. Most Tuesdays and Thursdays, this bargaining usually comes down to promising myself that I will stop at Boston Market on my way home. If it is a good day, that's all it takes, and I get turkey with mashed potatoes and either green beans or steamed veggies. Sometimes, like tonight, my inner monologue really would just rather be at home on the couch, and I have to break out the big guns. Tonight I had to promise myself the creamed spinach, which I feel like cancels out any healthiness I just earned by working out, but you've gotta do what you've gotta do when you are in the moment.