Heatherrina’s BodyBlog

I got to the gym one time this week.  I did a little exercise outside of the gym (sit-ups, free weights, walking), but nothing compared to my normal workouts.  I seem to have a problem staying consistent with my workout plan.  I also seem to always have a good excuse when I miss workouts.  This week my big excuses are work and school.  I think calling my reasons for not going to the gym "excuses" is actually a little off.  I think a better word would be "priorities."  Which is fine and great if I actually gave a shit about money or school.  You see, I have recently been working very hard to get myself out of some ridiculous debt, and I have also started taking a statistics class at a junior college to get it out of the way before I start going to school full time again in the fall.  Both paying off debt and working towards a college degree are positive things, but they are more important to everyone else than they are to me.  I have been letting the values and priorities of the people close to me influence my lifestyle instead of making my own priorities based on what I feel is most important.  I stressed myself out this week trying to figure out how I can squeeze in a workout while trying to work and go to school.  I have been in debt for a pretty long time, so what’s the big deal if I miss out on some work and stay in debt a little longer?  I have also been out of school for a couple years, so why am I, all of a sudden, rushing to get it all done?  What’s another year in school and a couple hundred extra dollars in interest compared to the degradation of my health due to neglect?  In 5 years, I will be out of college and out of debt but neither of those things will make me very happy if I am out of shape.  So, I am making my fitness my first priority.  Of course, if it were up to me I would just workout all day and never go to school or work, but within reason, I am going to put my workouts BEFORE taking another class or another day of work.  Who cares if I’m 30 when I get my bachelors?  I’m going to live 10 years longer than all the fat ****s who finished in 3.