Like a lot of the things that were going right for me, that feeling somehow dissipated. But, it's finally starting to come back! Tonight, as always seems to be the case when I am flying home from a business trip, my flight was delayed. As the departure time kept getting pushed back, I was disappointed that I wouldn't be getting home sooner. After 10 days on the road, I was ready to be back home. But, my return flights have been delayed every single week but one since I started making these trips to Chicago. On this night, something felt different. I felt a little more anxious about the delay.
The difference was that I wanted to get home in time to go to the gym. I knew if I got home by 9:25, I could still make it to the gym and work out for 30 minutes. I wanted this even more because of the impending weigh-in tomorrow morning. So, as I watched the departure time go from 5:59 PM to somewhere north of 7:15 PM, I knew my chances were gone. That feeling has started to creep back in my life. I not only want to exercise because I know I should. I now want to exercise because I need to. Because exercise gives me a high.
I am glad to get that feeling back.
On a side note, I am afraid to weigh in tomorrow.
Here's to my addiction...
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