Tonight, instead, I went out for dinner with my husband, and told him YES, I will certainly go to the gym Saturday or Sunday morning. I haven’t washed my workout clothes! It’s getting cold! Many other excuses.
Near the end of my meal, I bit into a piece of jalapeno that should not have been in my food. Tears, people. Bad. Like the universe was trying to tell me something about how a regular routine is my friend, and I’m the only one who suffers when I resist it.
So I stopped and got a cupcake on my way home from dinner. Eff you, universe!