This post was supposed to be a vlog. I started it three times, and was interrupted each time. So you won’t get to see my sweaty face, crazy eyes, or bushy hair on this one.
Yesterday was The Hubs’ birthday. He’s old, but I still love him. Normally, I make a cake for him, but in my effort to try to be a good Weight Watchers chick, I talked him into a smaller, not-so-homemade cake. I didn’t want to make a normal-sized cake and have leftovers to deal with all week. We went to Wegmans, and he selected a cheesecake.
A magical, glorious cheesecake.
I’m pretty sure that my girlish squeals and giggles at the sight of the cheesecake made the decision for him.
We had some cheesecake last night, and it was, aside from my grandmother’s (who is deceased), the best cheesecake ever. EVER. I went over my Points+ a bit, but I was ok with that because it was a special occasion.
There were two small pieces leftover in the fridge this morning. I thought about having it for breakfast. The fat girl in me rationalized that it had eggs and dairy products. Hello?? Breakfast!! But I resisted.
This afternoon, my pal Colleen and I were texting back and forth, and she inquired about the cheesecake (I may have bragged about it last night). I told her that I planned on having some tonight. And then she asked the question I was dreading: “And you moved your ass today?”
Aside from walking around while shopping, my ass hadn’t moved today.
So I put on my workout clothes, my sneakers, packed up the kid, and went for a walk. I have to admit, I was pissed. I was angry that I had to walk in order to have the damn magical cheesecake. I was angry that I lost my mojo and didn’t want to walk anymore.
I was mad at myself.
The Kid fell asleep early on in the walk, and I was left with my thoughts. I thought about how over the summer, I couldn’t wait to get outside and walk. I thought about how good it felt to buy clothing today that didn’t include an X in the size. By the time a half-hour had passed, I felt pretty good. It was cool out, the sun was setting, and I was doing something positive for my health. For a second, just a second, I even considered skipping the cheesecake.
I’m not crazy, though. I ate that cheesecake after dinner.
While I’m embarrassed that it took my desire for a piece of cheesecake to get me to walk, I’m ok with it. At least I got out there and moved my ass.
What inspires or motivates you to exercise when you really don’t want to?