I better go.
I know I don't want to, but I should. I made myself put these awful clothes on. I might as well.
This sports bra is less than comfortable.
Should I wear something with longer sleeves? When I run on the elliptical machine my arm fat jiggles.
I need to change shirts.
UGH I DON'T WANNA GO.
But I did have a small fry from McDonald's today as a 3:00 pick-me-up.
I need to go.
I hope my favorite machine is open. The one with the good TV, the good fan, and is against a wall where no one will be looking at my butt.
I hope creepy isn't there tonight.
I wonder how long we'll stay. I have so many shows to watch tonight.
I don't want to go. I don't have to. I'm not going.
But then again, I did go into Ann Taylor today to find a new dress for all my winter weddings and I tried on every dress in the store and I hated myself in ALL OF THEM. My paleness plus my arms plus my knees do not make for a good look in a cocktail dress.
I need to go.
I'm going.
I need my earbuds. And my water bottle. And my phone so I can entertain myself with apps while I run.
I'll be glad that I'm going. Really, I will.
I will hate it when I'm there.
But when I get home I'll feel all accomplished and proud of myself.
I'm going.
UGH.
Way to go!
ReplyDeleteMy McD's small fry pick-me-up is what pushed me to the gym tonight, too! I have about a million and one things to get done this week, between work, Thanksgiving, and my boyfriend's big sister's baby shower, so while the gym would have usually been the first to be nixed from my to do list, I made it a necessity tonight and went and ran and came home and will now pass out into a deep sleep by approximately 9:40. Have a great rest of the week!
ReplyDeleteI do not look forward to having these conversations with myself in 10-12 weeks. The end.
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