As much as I love how I feel after a workout (really, what can beat that sweaty, total bad-ass feeling you get walking out of the locker room, like you can take on anything?), I’m finding it harder and harder to get to the gym on a regular basis these days. It’s mostly the dark evenings — when I walk out of the office and it’s already pitch black, I just want to go home and curl up with my two fuzzy kitties.
Sadly, I know better…and I know I have to drag my pokey butt to the gym at least a few times a week. I eat mostly healthy, and I really do like to cook very healthy meals, but by nature, I am an indulger. I love cheese. I love wine. I love carbs. I love pizza. I love tacos. I could go on and on, but you get the idea…. You know how you sort of lull yourself into this delusion that if it’s from Whole Foods — you know, free of GMO-ingredients and whatnot — it’s healthy? Obviously I know better, but I tend to like the really good, quality stuff. The problem is that I have to learn to enjoy it in moderation.
And so, until I can get a little better handle on my portion sizes, I will have to hit the gym regularly to offset that deliciously creamy brie, or that painfully decadent Serrano. Maybe — one day — I can even figure out how to enjoy this stuff and slim down. But in the meantime….it’s gotta be damage control. And for a healthy lifestyle of course :)
Back to my original point, I needed some motivation to get myself to the torture chamber on a particularly sleepy Monday. It’s 6 days until Christmas — I should be sipping egg nog at home, damn it!
Instead, I bribed myself with this after my trip to the store:
Call me crazy, but until I started packing up my desk to head out, I didn’t even realize that it was Jillian Michaels on the cover. Am I the only one who thinks she looks totally different here??