My husband occasionally will sing for the kids a song he learned when he was young called "Animal Square Dance" or something like that (feel free to pipe in here, Holly, to correct me)(what you don't know about Holly, see, is that she knows every song ever written, no matter how obscure)(in fact, the obscurer the better)(and especially if it invoves animals of some kind; she knows all of those). There's a part of it that goes, "Then the tiger killed a gazelle, then the tiger killed another gazelle, then the gazelles finally wised up and killed the tiger," and something something something...big finish.
It often feels like no matter how many times I think I've finally wised up and killed the tiger, it comes back to life. Case in point: time of DVD workout today was 11:10. In the PM. So much for not putting it of, eh? But the victory is that I did it. My brain was even composing a "Sorry folks, didn't happen today" post, but then I channeled my inner Nike advertising executive (didn't know I had one of those, did you?), and just did it.
So I made it 6 days in a row. Tomorrow's my rest day, and I'm afraid I'm going to lose my momentum. My goal tomorrow is to plan out all my workouts for next week and try to set myself up for success. As much as I love me my rest day (woo! the one day a week I don't have to feel guilty that I'm not exercising!), at times I can be the embodiment of the definition of inertia, mostly the "tends to stay at rest" part. I want to see changes in my body though, and that's only going to come from work and consistency. Not exactly my strong suits. More tigers I need to kill. It'll come.
One last thought before I go collapse into bed, courtesy of my kids' school newsletter (the thought, not the collapsing into bed; that's Jillian's fault)(oh yeah, and my procrastination's):
William J. Bennett