The walk of shame

I've discovered my own personal method to motivate (shame) me into getting my lazy butt up in the morning to go to the gym.  Once I'm up, its o.k., my primary problem is getting from horizontal to vertical and kicking things into gear.  The night before, I make sure to pack everything that I need for the morning routine.  This includes the normal toiletries, make-up, flatiron, outfit, etc.  Unlike some of the women at my gym, I don't have a complete separate "gym" set of things aside from travel size shower stuff, so if I wuss out in the morning, I'd have to UNpack everything that is so nicely packed (STUFFED) into my bag.

So this morning, my alarm goes off, I smacked it, and it went off again.  It was harder for me to get up, especially since my gym buddy wouldn't be waiting for me this morning.  If I skipped, no-one would know!!!! Well, no-one, except me!  As I'm laying there, somewhat conscious - in between snoozes, I'm arguing with myself about getting up or not.  Going to the gym tonight was out of the question, since tonight I have to be the Bag Lady, meaning that I won't be home until after 10pm.  This morning was now or never.

Finally, I think to myself (on this morning and many others) that I'd feel like total schmuck if I didn't go and if I had to UNpack everything that I packed the night before, only to have to REpack it tomorrow morning when I met my gym buddy for our 7am wake-up call.  Reason won over, I rolled out of bed, stumbled around and out the door - even managing to pack my lunch.  No walk of shame for me today, just a wog on the treadmill with HSN, The Offspring and Kenny Chesney.