I wake up in the morning and almost immediately the mental battle begins.
I know I should go work out. But I still think of a million reasons not to go. I think about all the things I could be doing instead of walking on the treadmill.
More days than I care to think about, I even manage to talk myself into not going. But some days I manage to beat back all the excuses and reasons not to go. I drag myself out of the house and over to the fitness center.
And as I leave an hour or two later, my attitude has always completely turned around. I have that great, exhausted, sweaty feeling of accomplishment. I know I have completed something worthwhile. I feel great!
I should probably keep that feeling in mind when faced with other things I don't really want to do, but know I should...