It's no secret... I'm a total fitness aficionado! From the cardio to the weights, I simply love it all.
With that being said, I do not want everyone to think that I'm a girl who happily skips to the gym every time her workout awaits. Sometimes I am tired and don't want to get my booty up and moving. Sometimes I am achy and can't bear the thought of putting my muscles through an intense session. Sometimes I am busy handling that little thing called life that I procrastinate on sometimes. I am only human, and I don't always love going to the gym.
However, as much as I would love to say that I let my inner sloth prevail on the days that my workout drive dwindles, I can't. Even when I am both physically and mentally exhausted, I tend to ignore my body's cues and push myself to get up and go anyway.
FYI: if you're wondering where in the world this is coming from, it's coming from the fact that I had to take an impromptu day of rest from the gym yesterday. I had a miniature high school reunion that I ended up staying much later at. By the time that I left, it was entirely too late for me to get a good workout in without getting home super late.
Anyway, although an extra day of rest wouldn't typically be an issue, it is because I took a day of rest on Tuesday, which means two days of rest in a row. I am very uncomfortable with that. I struggle with the idea of taking off from the gym more than 2 days a week. I fear losing muscle mass and completely flopping overnight. I wish I could be more lenient with myself and just say...
"Brittany, you work your butt off all week.