Fat Tuesday: Gym Guilt
I’m working my tail off while in New York and there’s very little time to do anything productive – like work out. The hotel has a gym (don’t they all now?) but when I leave the office after 12+ hours staring at a computer, nothing sounds better than TLC and room service. I didn’t even pack gym shoes this week.
… this makes me feel very guilty.
Granted, I’m kind of a glutton for guilt… especially gym-related guilt.
I try to eat well while I’m here – I’ve found two fantastic salad bars nearby – but everyone who’s traveled for work knows that the eating situation is less than ideal.
I know there are things I could do in my room – push-ups, crunches, dips – but I don’t. I also have resistance bands … but they never seem to work their way into my carry-on.
I think about my upcoming wedding and wish I had the willpower – or something – to do everything in my power to look my best on that day. I know the day isn’t all about how I look … and that, indeed, I don’t look that “bad” … but that rarely relieves the guilt I feel when I watch another episode of Toddlers and Tiaras rather than go running.
I wish I was inspired to workout by the joy some people swear it brings them rather than the guilt that results when I skip …