I go to the gym in the morning.
Let me rephrase: If I go to the gym, I go in the morning.
And lately, that’s a big fat if.
Sometimes, my bed is just too warm to leave.
Sometimes, I’d rather beat the breakfast rush than rush to the gym.
Sometimes, I make plans to go in the afternoon, but then I realize my pajama pants make more sense than my yoga pants.
Sometimes, I make myself believe that I have an ailment that prevents me from making it to the gym. You know, like a random knee pain an hour before I’m supposed to be at Body Pump.
Sometimes, it feels like a chore. And I hate chores.
Sometimes, I’d rather watch Ellen and Dr. Phil.
Sometimes, I’d rather be at home than at the gym when Cory gets home from work.
Sometimes, I can’t say no to comfy clothes, pizza, and a glass (or two, or three) of wine.
And when it comes to physical fitness, I think most average people fall below the recommended daily amount – and you know what, that’s okay. Sometimes.
Do I condone laziness, overeating, or your letting spectator sports count as your physical activity? Heck no!
I simply condone giving fitness your honest to goodness best effort. We all have our own “sometimes.” The point is to not make them our “always.”