I Don't Want To!

I went back to the gym today for the first time in eight months. I didn't want to. I really didn't want to.

The trouble is my brain is so good at coming up with reasons not to. 6am It's Monday, go tomorrow, Tuesday's more of a doing day. 7am I bet everything's changed and there's no sessions this morning. 7.30am (after a look on the internet at swim times) There's so much to do today you haven't got time. 9.10am (after the kids have been dropped off and there's no more excuses) I b****y hate you, you'll look like a gigantic whale in that costume, what if we crash on the drive there, don't make me do it, I hate you, waahhhhh!

After several hundred stern talkings to Brain and I found ourselves in the pool. I can't say it was fun, it was a very busy old lady soup, but it's done now and exercise doubt is vanquished.

Now I just have to convince myself to walk the dog ...