In fifteen minutes, I am headed over to the gym to meet my trainer, Tabor. I really like him. He’s not quite thirty, very even tempered, and madly in love with his wife and hiking. He’s an all around good guy and I do love how much stronger and fitter I am.
But all day, I’ve been dreading my appointment. I’ve been dreading most of them for the past few weeks. My energy is low–September was a lot of travel and teaching and I’m tired. I have a deadline of November 15 and the book is not at all where I want it to be. I’m chaining myself to the computer so much that also forcing myself to go to the gym is really hard.
I have been seeing a trainer at least twice a week for more than a year now, since August 2011. You’d think I’d be super buff and thin. I’m not. I have, however, stopped gaining (a gift of midlife) and have even dropped a very small amount of fat. If I flex, you can see my muscles, my biceps and my quads and the ones that tickle me a lot: my back and chest. This all makes me stronger. I get that. It will help keep me from becoming a frail old woman.
I also gave up meat over a year ago, and I’m struggling a bit with that, which will go in another blog.
What I would really like to do is take a week off from everything. No travel, no exercise, no writing or blogs, no heavy gardening, no major household repairs, nothing. Just a week of puttering and playing, wandering into a book or a shop or off to lunch with a friend or to a movie. Sleeping a lot. Reading a lot. Doing nothing a lot.
Unfortunately, the book must be finished. To finish it, I have to stay healthy and strong, and that means I go to the gym. Even if it doesn’t make me thin. Even if I often do not look forward to it. Even if it strains my willpower in other ways.
Do you have any tips? What do you do to get yourself moving when you don’t want to exercise?