Overcoming Fear of Commitment

So this morning I received an email letting me know that FXB was cancelled today due to a power outage. It's the last day of class for week three and I was so sore from yesterday's killer cardio class. Thunder was rolling and the rain was still falling. My room was dark and everyone, including my dogs were all still asleep. How tempting it was to crawl back into bed and wink out another hour of sleep.

I had a choice, one that would've been so easy to make a month ago. This morning, I made another choice. I got online to see what classes were offered at the Y and dragged my body to a muscle intensive workout. I ran into my fellow gym rat pals whom I haven't seen in a while since starting FXB and they were surprised to see me. When I explained where I've been and what I've been doing and why I was at the Y instead of Farrells, someone said, "Good for you. I would've taken the gift and gone back to bed." Midway through the class, I thought maybe I should've just stayed in bed. My legs were shaking and my arms protested - loudly! I'm glad I didn't.

It used to be that any excuse I could come up with to skip a workout was a viable one. I justified just about any reason to avoid the gym. This morning, a bonafide excuse was given to me and for the first time, I didn't use it. I am as committed to my overall fitness and health as I am to that of my family's.

After years of fearing that kind of commitment, I've finally found myself worthy of making lifetime promises to me! I didn't use the excuse to skip a morning's workout, I didn't use the excuse to skip the chance to take care of me.

In the words of the ever eloquent Beyonce', I liked it so much, I put a ring on it.

.....and I'll live happily ever after!