However, around noon, I started to fear it. By 3, I started to dread it. Around 5:30 - going to the pool was the L-A-S-T thing I wanted to do. I even told people I was going to try and hold my self accountable - nothing.So, I didn't go. I just didn't have it in me.
Instead, I made dinner (stupid mac and cheese obsession), did dishes, 2 loads of laundry, vacuumed my bedroom, wrote 80% of my holiday cards and did some push-ups/sit-ups.
Productive evening, yes. Productive for working out, no.
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