I took the plunge today. I woke up at 5 am, hopped on the scale, and did a Macaulay Culkin scream. 221.8! WTF! Well, that is what happens when the workouts die, the Cheetos are munched, and the billable hour becomes priority one. I threw on my sports bra and my skin tight Nike running shorts (The shorts weren't skin tight 30 days ago. Let's just say a pretty picture it was not), and I started my TRX workouts. I got on my morning sweat, made a spinach, mint, celery juice cocktail, and arrived at the office by 8:47 am. I wasn't strong enough to head to the gym for an hour during lunch. The will of the mind stopped the march of the feet. I was suckered into billable work. I'm worth more than my overtime rate. I know it. My friends know it. I am pretty sure that my bosses know it. I need to start paying myself my actual worth for that hour to go work out at the gym. I have got to hit the hay because the 5 am workout is waiting to kick my butt.
Ciao for now.
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