My weekend has arrived. I choose to continue my routine on the weekend and stay with my regular morning time. THIS MORNING WAS TOUGH. An hour prior to waking, I had every excuse in the book as to why I couldn’t, didn’t have to, or need to do anything.  I had multiple reasons for not waking up, driving in and busting my butt for an hour while the rest of my house was still in a deep slumber. Over the years I had gotten use to talking myself out of the fitness routine on any given day for any number of reasons. Now I would have to try some of my old tired excuses on the guys at SmithBuilt – (This is the great thing about having a trainer, excuses are hard to come by). Well, they’ve been doing this for a while and have heard it all, so excuses are just that.   In the same way that no one can train you out of a poor diet, no one can help you if your just not there. And yes, my other brilliant idea while I was lying in bed was to “train myself”, you know, when I got up and about, sometime during the day, I would just do it then. Seriously…. Never going to happen. Life and four kids on a Saturday morning along with every other “to-do” distraction would ensure that it would not happen. That is exactly what got me into this condition in the first place.

I made it in. I did it. I was happier than I’ve been for sometime because I stuck it out and finished. I was close to making up some excuse, but instead I got in there.

Half of the battle is getting there; the other half is my diet. Once I’m there, I just finish what I’m told to do and work hard.

My reward for coming in on Saturday…

And making it look easy, my trainer Jordan…