Last week, I was feeling really behind on packing for an upcoming move. So I told myself that I wasn't going to go to the gym after work. I would go straight home and back.
Well, on Monday I did go straight home. But then I went on my 3-mile run. I hadn't ran in awhile, and didn't want to lose my momentum! It took less time than it takes to go to the gym, so I did have time to pack that night.
A few days later, I figure that I'm on-schedule for the movers (after I postponed them a few days), so I decided to go to the gym. I did pack some that night. But I also turned on the first season of Heroes. OMG, I love, love, LOVE that show!! I watched for 3-4 hours into the night.
Now, the Heroes is not really an addiction. I mean, I can stop anytime that I want. And even if it is, I only have a couple of discs left. And I'm not watching past the first season because everyone tells me that it gets bad. But the gym, or working out in general? I told myself that I wouldn't! But, then I did. Sure, circumstances made it more feasible than I had predicted, but still? Being addicted to exercise is definitely one of the best addictions to have, and I love being lazy enough that I'm not concerned that I'll take it too far. It still makes me wonder if my interest is more like a compulsion, or more me being responsible (rigid?) in trying to meet one of my goals?
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