Stupid gym

Why is it that whenever we don’t belong to a gym, all I want to do is go and when we have a membership, it's the last thing I want to do? We are currently donating to 24 Hour Fitness. I don’t think we have been for close to a month. I want to go, but when I get home I get so unmotivated. It only gets worse if I wait for Kenny to get home. Then I feel bad for leaving the dogs again. Then I am hungry for dinner. Then I am tired. Excuses, excuses. Every time I go I feel so great after and wonder why I don’t go every single day. It really helped when I had a personal trainer because I had to go-not a choice.

I would much rather be outside walking, hiking, or riding my bike but the weather needs to be nice to do that! We have another storm coming through the next few days, so there goes that idea for the weekend.

This is the kind of mood I have been in

I called Kenny from work to see what we were going to do when I got home.

"We can go for a run?"

"Oh."

"Play tennis?"

"Welllll...I would really like to just do nothing."

I got home and seriously passed out for close to 2 hours.

I am typing this blog from my Blackberry in bed because I am too lazy to go down to the computer.

I have no motivation to do anything. I think of things to do, but that's as far as I get. We have the Muddy Buddy next weekend and I have not done crap to prepare. I can't let kenny down this year either because last year I totally sucked it up.

I need to be motivated-I need a nice swift kick in the ass.

I meant positive motivation, jerk

I told Kenny that I need him to motivate me to run and ride our bikes more. I always have the intention of doing something after work, but by the time Kenny walks through the door an hour after I've been there, all I want to do is hang out and make dinner.

On Sunday morning this is the first thing I heard after I woke up. This is not what I meant by motivation. "Good morning. Quit being lazy. Let's ride to Kim and Brad's." Um…..Lazy is lying on the couch all day watching tv and eating pizza. Lazy is not waking up at 7:30 in the morning and barely having my eyes open. Then, on our bike ride, we had to go up the biggest hill in existence of the world. Ok, fine. Not the biggest hill in existence, but I hate hills. I hate them and we cannot avoid them. There are hills all around this stupid town. Big hills, little hills. They taunt me. We went up a small-ish hill and then around a corner. There it was-the stupid ginormous hill. I looked at it and told Kenny I was going home. I didn't want to do it. He glared at me and said, "Quit being a baby." I went up the damn hill, although I walked my bike up most of it.

When we got home, I had to clarify what I meant by motivation. Being a jerk and calling me a lazy baby is not the way to get me to do things. He said, "Well, it made you go up the hill, didn't it?"