I was late getting to da gym dis morning. I neva like wake up. I let da second alarm juss buzz until I wuz tinking one truck stay reversing into my bed. So I did drag my body outta bed and did get to da gym. My schedule was only off by 30 minutes. Lucky I no had to go work.
So I get to da gym somebody stay on MY treadmill. Am I territorial o’wot. Like no moe ada machines. Az wot I get for being late la dat. Anywayz I do wot I gotta do and pau. Done.
The hardest thing about going to da gym is going to da gym. *L* Once I get there its fine. I do wot I gotta do. I am still trying to learn discipline. I’m kinda halfass about it.
Now more den eva I am motivated because of “health issues”. In order for me to enjoy a quality of life, I gotta work out. I keep telling myself dat. Do or die. Not. Its more like do or suffa. LOL I like to think I’m getting it, you know. I have da motivation. I’m doing wot I gotta do and I understand the necessity of it. BUT there are times like dis morning where my lazy mind body and soul are like, “Do I have to?” Yes. I have to. I don’t even know why I ask.
I’m tinking maybe dis writing about it will keep me ‘on task’. Hopefully I will write about all da positive stuff. Like yes I have lost weight (but not yet). Knowing me doe, I’m good at ranting about da junk stuff. LOL Like somebody was on MY machine. nah nah nah Hellisdat about? *L*
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