Quick story from today:
I went to the gym this morning, as I normally do on Sunday’s. Sunday’s are pretty quiet around the gym, especially during church time.
I pull into the parking lot.
Park somewhere in the middle.
Start walking to the gym door.
Realize there was a parking spot RIGHT IN FRONT that I could have taken. We’re taking prime asphalt real estate here.
I curse myself for not looking for the best parking spot.
Freeze in my tracks and start hilariously laughing.
I’m at the GYM. To move my ASS. And my fat girl mentality is that I screwed up by not parking as close to the front of the gym as possible. Because that extra 20 steps from my car to the coveted front spot is THAT HARD TO WALK.
I was laughing at myself. This silly habit I’ve had forever to find the best parking spot, and I just realized how silly that is. I have 2 good legs. I can walk. Walking is good for me.
I have a feeling that throughout this journey I’m going to keep finding these little habits that have contributed to my laziness and size over the years.
Can any of you relate to this?
