Never put off until tomorrow...

As I have professed in previously published posts, my penchant for persistant procrastination periodically proves to be problematic.

Nowhere is this more evident than with my workouts. My ability to talk myself out of exercise or to use distraction as a delaying tactic is uncanny.

I was doing so well for about a month. I finally had some consistency again, and was seeing some real strength gains and my weight was dropping off once more. It is so easy to fall off track. My last successful session had been July 9, then external events threw me into a weird funk, and jumping on the Bowflex or on my dance pad was the last thing I wanted to do.

I almost did it to myself again, but resolved to myself that I would not go to bed until I exercised. Working out late at night (2 AM to 3 AM), though, does have its drawbacks. My body is probably not at its physical best. I have to calm myself down after before I can sleep (hence my writing of this entry). Also, I have to be extremely careful to be quiet.

This last one is not so easy. I live on the ground floor of an apartment with hardwood floors. Those floors do little to muffle sound above and below. Every movement I make has to be extremely controlled so that there aren’t any accidental bangs or clanks or squeaks that might wake up my upstairs neighbor. Definitely, not easy.

I really needed my workout this time around. ;-) Wednesday night we celebrated a friend’s last American meal before he returned to Japan for another year. Already bloated with way too much Mexican food (hey, Mexico is part of the Americas), we stopped off at Cold Stone, where I indulged in a “Michael original”—Oatmeal Cookie Batter ice cream, brownies, pecans, and caramel. Yum.