Today I had 2 choices:
- Drink excessively until I felt warm and fuzzy, a little bit sick and a lot guilty – but not thinking about work, therefore in the best mood possible.
- Go to the gym and burn off some steam while mentally coming to terms with my current lot in life, and ways I can possibly change it.
Like most humans, I desperately wanted to pick the first option. Drink, bury, and be merry. The tasty, easy option. I really like that option.
Instead, I chose the gym. I pounded the cardio
like it was my bitch.
I talked everything through in my head a hundred times, running off on tangents left right and center. Did I reach a conclusion? No. But it wasn’t a complete waste of time.
The time spent was productive;
Exercise for the day? Check.
Venting a bad mood? Check.
Calorie consumption under control? Check check check.
(Pesky scotch and its tasty, tastiness!)
This whole working-towards-my-goal business just keeps winning me over, again and again…
I could get used to this lifestyle change.