It is a brand new year and with my Things to Do in 2008 firmly implanted in my mind, I packed my swimmers and my towel in my work bag all ready to hit the pool at 6pm and swim my usual 1km swim (all breaststroke, I am not that fit). I get to work and start the day with visions of doing laps going through my head to get myself all psyched up to hit the pool, when I get an email from my boss informing me that I will be in meetings this evening until 7pm. The pool closes for lap swimming at 7:30pm to allow the University waterpolo team to train. I will not be swimming this evening. I am pissed off about this, which is strange for me because I hate exercising. However, I do enjoy swimming and I was looking forward to getting back into it after being forced out of the pool about a month ago thanks to an evil fibro flare up of epic proportions.
I will try again tomorrow, although that does throw out my plan of swimming on Monday, Wednesday and Friday this week. But this afternoon, I am left deflated. At least I stuck to my plan of eating healthy today, the cherry danish I had for morning tea not withstanding. Sushi for lunch and only water to drink is healthy, right?
Damn you work. I can quite easily sabotage my own attempts to exercise. I do not need you helping my pathetic willlpower.