Recently I joined with a couple of ladies at the gym to form a workout team. We'll call it group accountability. We're doing a lot of strength training that I wasn't accomplishing on my own. A little bit of P90X type stuff thrown in. For all of you DIY fans out there we will call it DIY for the body.
Each week I am seeing noticeable improvements in my strength and abilities. It's pretty awesome actually. And bonus, I get out of the house. There is another added benefit of adult conversation involved.
But last week I couldn't make the Friday workout and I sort of implied I would do the exercises on my own at home over the weekend. And I meant to...but I got kinda busy. Yep. Friday night I had a friend over to play cards and sit in the hot tub. Fun times, right!? Then Saturday and Sunday our son had a basketball tournament out of town and my sister came and stayed the night. Of course we went for Mexican food and Margaritas with Sis. It's our tradition.
Pretty soon it was late Sunday night and I was exhausted from a busy weekend and honestly that workout never crossed my mind again.
Until one of my workout buddies asked last night if I'd gotten my back and legs workout in? Insert very stern look here.
And at first I laughed it off. I mean, it's just one workout, right? Just one. Nobody's dying here.
But then I reminded myself that the reason I'd gotten so out of shape to begin with wasn't because I skipped one workout. And it wasn't because I didn't have someone else checking up on me to make sure I stuck with it. It wasn't even because I don't have the knowledge I need to eat right and stay fit. It's pretty simple really.
It's because there is ALWAYS an excuse. Always. And if I don't hold myself accountable, then I start offering more and more excuses of why I can't fit it in. And that goes for eating right too. I will always have stresses, or celebrations, or boredom to drive me to the fridge looking for that treat...
And as long as I am willing to accept those flimsy excuses instead of standing strong for what I really want...I'm not going to see a big change in my body.
So as a bit of a message to myself and my out-of-shape willpower, I moved the scale downstairs in front of the fridge. And I put a little message to myself on the door for when I'm standing there telling myself that it's just a little snack. Too bad I didn't have an extra full length mirror to E6000 to the front of the fridge! That might make me stop and think twice about having ice cream at 10 p.m. Ha!
Either that or I'd trip on the scale, fall and break something....
So, after I took some quick pictures of this setup, I sat down at the computer to edit them. As I was editing the photos My Honey came home from the grocery store and went directly into the kitchen to put something in the fridge. The next thing I heard was,
"Hey Honey, is this a hint?"
***P.S. Please note that this is meant to be humorous. I am fully and completely aware that eating a healthy, low calorie diet and exercising is the best way to maintain a healthy body. My intentions are never to shame myself or make out that I'm not worthy if I'm not my perfect self. I don't think fad diets or miracle pills are necessary. Adopting a healthy lifestyle is key. But if you know of a pill that will work miracles...haha...hey, just saying! ;)
****P.P.S. Amy and Shilo, you rock! Thanks for letting me join in the workouts ladies!
*****P.P.P.S. I first saw a scale in front of a fridge at my neighbors, Michelle. Can't claim it as an original idea. :)