1:00 pm- My lunch break is over and I successfully avoided my lunch running buddies. I mean, I have horrendous back pain, what can I do?
1:15 pm- Starting to feel a little guilty about lying to my co-workers about back pain. But they always go so fast! I can’t catch up with them. It’s better I didn’t go.
3:00 pm- I feel like my legs look excessively large today. I should have gone running.
4:00 pm- Great, because I skipped my lunch run I have to stay late at the gym.
5:15 pm- I feel guilty as I drive by my gym. It’s staring judgmentally back at me. Look away, gym. There is nothing to see here!
7:00 pm- Got my grocery shopping done. My running shoes are ogling me. I feel so darn guilty. Should I go to the gym or not? I am so darn tired.
7:30 pm- David asks me why I skipped gym. I hate it when he points things out. I skipped it. So what? He mumbles something about me constantly complaining about my weight and how I should go to the gym since we paid for it.
7:32 pm- We did pay for it but I am entitled to a break, aren’t I?
7:45 PM- I drive to the damn gym. The moment I start running I actually feel better. My body is thanking me. I needed this.