Today I started the first day in my new fitness routine. Only, I started the first day for the fourth time because the last three times I ended up slacking off or finding something more entertaining to do than suffer through the pain of body building. Things like sleep, television, or watching the paint on my wall. That or work gets in the way and after a set of eight hour shifts I just don't feel like being back at the gym. I want to be as far away from smoothie making as possible.
So I went to the gym ready to conquer the Swiss ball and various free weights in an attempt to find a chest. All was going as planned. I made the Swiss ball my bitch, because everyone knows that abs are the most important part of your body. Unless of course you actually want to use your muscles; then they're only good for swimmers. Lucky for me that on top of trying to look pretty, I also pretend to swim once and a while. Unfortunately making the Swiss ball my bitch meant that any attempts to dominate free weights would fail horribly. Oh did it fail horribly.
Whatever progress I thought I made on the previous three times I attempt to start a fitness routine was gone. I didn't make it through half of the planned work out. Instead I spent my time panting and grunting as my shoulder twitched, my wrists spasmed and my chest thought about exploded. Lifting weights apparently violated their rights as muscles and they refused to cooperate. So after far too much pain, and even more annoying chit chat by the gym bunnies beside be about basketball and everything else to avoid actually lifting weights, I left. I'd pretend I'm disappointed with myself for quitting early, but I'm far too good at making my excuses for myself to let that happen.
Fitness is hard!
+ gyms scare me.
I'd say it's more time consuming than hard.