Lazy lazy lazy

I have come to the conclusion that I am inherently lazy when it comes to physical activity. In July of 2008 I started working with a personal trainer, the idea being, I’ll feel better (desk job, too much sitting, blergh) and also if I pay for something, it means I am assigning it value, a priority, if that makes sense. Somewhere around last November I got Wii Fit and somewhere around January I decided to get serious about the whole business – not via the Fit, actually; I mostly just use that as a reliable scale. So far, so good. Positive forward movement. Feeling better, more physically fit, increased energy, all new pants, blah blah blah. I even started running (well jogging, but – SERIOUSLY). This is a shocking development.

Having more or less made it to the place I want to stay, I find my motivation has disappeared. Pfft. Why is this? I enjoy going once I get there. I feel better. In related news, my excellent vitamin taking habits from over the summer also bit the dust. I started feeling like I had to do it, sort of like the laundry. And I have nothing more loathsome to avoid on a regular basis (school was really handy for making the gym seem awesome.)

Rather than delve any deeper psychologically, I’m going to blame it all on TDB [That Damn Book], which is sapping my will to live right now; and also on an extremely irregular schedule lately. I’m finding it hard to get into a rhythm.

So I’m going to the gym now and think about why I don’t go.