I think it is because of that experience that every time I think about not doing my Insanity workout DVDs (which I received from my dad for my 30th birthday), I picture her scary face yelling at me to STOP THE INSANITY. And that is really all it takes to get my ass off the couch, just out of spite. If she is telling me to stop doing something, I'm doing it, goddamnit.
At least, until today. After three full weeks of Insanity, for the first time, I REALLY did not want to work out. If I am honest, I guess I am surprised that it took me this long to hit a wall. I was just feeling so. freaking. lazy. today. I was looking for any excuse possible not to work out. First, I complained to Kathy a little bit about being tired. Then, I went downstairs, and discovered the nanny and B, who is home from school today with pink eye, watching a movie about robots (and, therefore, occupying the DVD player). Finally, when I couldn't procrastinate any more, I sucked it up, tied my sneakers, and put the stupid video on the DVD player in our bedroom, and commenced jumping around.
I have to say, I'm glad I did it. There is some sense of accomplishment in working out when really you would rather just go for Ben & Jerry's. Although I'm not going to lie, I have been eating an abnormal amount of ice cream ever since starting this workout routine. Specifically, I have eaten Carvel ice cream 4 times, Sweet Licks once, and recently came home from the grocery store with some tasty full-fat mint chocolate chip. I think it must be the Susan Powter-related motivation?
So there I was, congratulating myself, about to get in the shower, feeling all fit and glow-ey, when Kathy stuck her head in the bathroom. "Our bedroom smells like a freaking locker room." She has a really sensitive nose, as it turns out, and it was true, it kind of did smell like a locker room in there -- but only because my disgusting towel was draped over the footboard of the bed, not because I sweated all over the place while I was working out in there today (gross). But I just shrugged, and contemplated the mint chocolate chip that's in the freezer.