Last night I drove past the Trader Joe’s near my work without stopping for a $5 bottle of wine. That was self-discipline.
Then I drove past the Ralph’s by my house without stopping for a $10 bottle of wine. That was just because I’m broke. (No, really. I TOTALLY would have stopped if I’d had the money.)
I did not want to lift weights. At all. With a fiery passion I did NOT want to lift weights. But I did. I bribed myself with a Kahlua and milk (though I’m not crazy about Kahlua and milk) and cried through the first half because I just felt emotionally overwhelmed and tired and I DIDN’T WANT TO DO THIS. But I didn’t cry through the second half. And I felt better. And I remembered that I’m not all that crazy about Kahlua and milk, so I ended up throwing most of it away. And I made dinner and signed some paperwork for the condo and cleaned the bathroom.
And then I went to bed at a decent hour and then got up at 4 and went to the gym. And DIDN’T MIND OR FEEL OVERWHELMED.
I’ve been re-reading “Younger Next Year for Women,” which I LOVE. Seriously, if you haven’t read it, go get a copy. I’ve read it several times now, and it’s FANTASTIC. It’s got funny bits and science-y bits and lots of practical info that doesn’t center around “Getting Thin Healthy!” Have you read it? Hated it? Loved it? I might have to write a belated review when I’m done reading it (again).