It is currently 7:56pm and I am soon headed to bed. I have my school plans ready for tomorrow, the kitchen is cleaned up, kids are snoring away. I even know what I’m making for dinner tomorrow night. I will take my book to bed (currently reading Farmer Boy, part of the Little House on the Prairie series. Precious and I have been reading it together and I just can’t stop. Don’t tell her.)
I was awake this morning about 5:50 am and you’ll never believe where I went. Back to sleep you say? *chortle* no.
Although I thought about it.
No, I went to the gym. Yes, the gym. Handsome and I have not been members of a gym since our days at the University of Canterbury when he got a student rate and I got a staff rate. It was a great gym too. That was before kids.
Here we are, 5 years later. Handsome is actually lighter than he was five years ago and I, unfortunately, am not. I recently read in a magazine that 61% of people would pay $100 to lose 25 pounds. Folks, I’d be willing to pay a lot more than that if I knew it would work. And essentially that’s what I’ve done but we paid much more than $100. We are seeing it as an investment in our health and in our future. We’re very frugal people so to cough up that kind of cash (we paid one lump sum instead of monthly payments) was a difficult decision. However, we’re determined to not let this be another one of those things we wish we’d never done.
So this morning I woke up at went to the gym. It was very cold outside and very foggy. And I discovered that only really really crazy people go to the gym at 6am on a Sunday. I did my stuff, walked and hiked and watched some really bad news programmes. But not it’s 8:05pm and I’m starting to fade fast.
Tomorrow morning I’m going to be getting up at dark o’clock (I’m normally an early riser, but not this early) and heading to the gym so I can be home by 6:30am. It is my intention to do this Mon-Thurs every week.And instead of watching dumb news programmes, which just regurgitate the same news, I’m going to bring my scripture memory sheet so I can soak in the Word, while my sweat soaks my shirt.
Yeah, so anyway, when you’re rolling over in your sleep and pry one eye open to peer at the clock and realise that you have a bit of time before your alarm goes off at 6, be thinking of me And hey, if you think about it, ask how it’s going for me.