Is it bad that the only way I can manage to get myself to exercise is with the promise of food after my workout?
Since coming back from our mini-vacation, I have had a heck of a time getting back into the groove of things. Namely, eating sensibly and working out. My excuse? I just don’t feel like it.
The only thing that is prodding me into at least throwing in “30-Day Shred” into the DVD player (too lazy to drive to the gym), is the promise of my most favorite yogurt and berry post-workout meal. Just the idea of having some now is making my mouth water.
Does my food reward defeat the purpose of working out? Well, I would have to say no - for my own ego and stomach’s sake (if you think otherwise, kindly keep it to yourself, as I enjoy living in denial). So, I’m sitting here, pining away for yogurt, but too lazy to get up and sweat for it.
What. A. Pickle.
… Hey! Pickles…