After turning the page on a grim 2020, many of us have new resolve to be healthier than ever, to workout, eat better, and in some cases, to leave the house more than once every few days. I used to have a trainer who met me at my in-building gym three times a week at 6am. (I know, 6am!) I am heartbroken to say that I have fallen off the workout wagon and gotten run over by my fluffy couch, Barney. I still meet my running buddy Phyllis on a regular basis (weather permitting), but we hoof it around Central Park and leisurely chat for the whole 6.1-mile loop.
Central Park
This psychological phenomenon
is known as the Sloe Gym Fizz
The move from “I’m Going To Be In The Best Shape Of My Life!” to “Yeah, I Might Go” is gradual. When I’m working out on a regular basis I can’t imagine not hitting the gym. After I’ve missed a few days and I’ve started watching the calendar to keep track of my skipped workouts, debated the pros and cons of what I could accomplish if I’d just blow off the gym, and introduced a healthy dose of self-sabotage sprinkled with first class laziness, two weeks have flown by and I’m completely out of shape. Then I start to wonder how I ever went in the first place. This psychological phenomenon is known as the Sloe Gym Fizz.
The only thing to do is to extricate one’s self from Barney (or your particular sofa) and get your B.I.G.—butt in gear. So let me know how that great advice works out for ya…cause I’m just about to binge watch Bridgerton on the couch and yes, I made popcorn!
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