It’s been three weeks.
Three weeks ago my gym partner told me she couldn’t make it to the gym - friend came into town with no notice, ect. But we could go the next day. This friend stayed for the next two weeks.
By the end of the second week I was in mouring.. I knew I’d lost my gym buddy. So I told myself I’d restart my program to Day 1 and go on Monday. Problem was? Monday came and I was like “Man, fuck that.. I’ll go tomorrow.” But the next day I was just so tired. And by Wednesday I’d missed too much of the week & decided to start again the next week.
The next week started today. I got in my car, mentally exhausted and said “I’ll just go to the gym tomorrow.” I even texted a friend that! But as I put my car in drive and winced from my ballet flats (long story), I looked over at my sneakers in the passenger floorboard. There they were. My nikes. Right next to my gym bag. Suddenly I was hyper aware of the fact that my jeans that used to be too loose were now almost too tight. And that was all it took.
So I went to the gym.
Then I went to the grocery.
Now I’m boiling chicken on one burner, boiling rice in the other.. Prepping my overnight oats on the counter..
Endorphins got me again, yall. I’m back.
