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Breakin’ a Sweat

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Confession: It’s been 6 months since I last went to the gym. I hadn’t been since April. APRIL! Saying this out loud is both embarrassing and freeing; I’m not proud of it, and I know it is an ugly truth, but at least it is my ugly truth.

I belong to a boxing gym, which I swore up and down and backwards and forwards that I would go to, consistently, without fail. So Jason, being the wonderful husband that he is, signed me up for a membership as a Valentine’s Day surprise. I know that some girls might balk at receiving a gym membership for the mass-marketed day o’ love, but I was thrilled. And for the first 3 months, my butt was in class, punching away on those bags, at least four times a week.

And then the middle of May came. Beautiful May, with its arms stretched wide and its promises of summer and warm afternoons spent on walks with Ava and Jason, whispered sweetly in my ear and urged me to rush home for an afternoon walk and abandon my plans of going to the gym. It was then that I swore that I’d pick it up again, just as soon as school was over for the summer: heck, I’d do two-a-days, everyday! I’d be in the best shape of my life!

Suddenly summer was over and I was back in school and I had been to the gym….zero times (I’m really good at zero-a-days!). And of course then it was back to school and things were busy and I just needed it all to settle down a bit and then I could get back to boxing class. But of course, school NEVER settles down. And now it is the end of October. My membership is over in February, and I’ve wasted months and months of expensive dues by saying that I’d go next week, next month, next year.

Now, I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself, or make too many promises that I won’t be able to keep…but I finally, finally went to the gym yesterday! I seriously did not want to go; I even called Jason, in hopes that he would talk me out of going (he didn’t – the jerk!). The entire drive there I was dreading the workout and wanting to turn around and just head home. But, I drove there. And I changed into my workout clothes. And I wrapped my hands and strapped on my boxing gloves. And, for a good hour, I beat the hell out of that bag. And it felt good. I got home later than usual (at 7:00), which meant that we didn’t eat dinner until almost 8:00, and I was more tired than usual, and this morning was really hard to wake up, and I’m feeling sore today – but it was so worth it! I can’t wait to get back in the gym and to my next class.

I’m mad at myself for skipping my workouts for so long, but I am proud of myself for going yesterday. Here’s hoping I can keep it up until my membership runs out in February! 😀 Now that I’ve dragged my ugly truth on here for everyone to see, I’m hoping I’m not the only one who’s ever had a hard time following through with a gym commitment. I’d also love to hear what you do to keep yourself motivated to work out and to get to the gym everyday!