All good things come to an end. That’s what Nelly Furtado and Chris Martin sing. It’s a beautiful song so it must be true, right?
I’m considering a break up. It’s probably time. I’ll probably be better off if I get out while I still can. Just push the guilt away and make a clean break of it.
My break up with Julio was quick and dirty. He had to go. Not because I didn’t love him (at least as much as one can love a cartoon Wii trainer who sounds like Jack Black), but because he wasn’t on the new EA Active disc. Circumstances were as they were and I couldn’t help but start a new love affair with Julio’s little brother, Steven.
Steven is great. His workout repertoire is more extensive. I love that he warms me up and cools me down. This really does make a huge difference in my motivation to sweat with him again the next time. But he’s not Julio. I really miss Julio. He was much cuter, as far as fake, ripped cartoon trainers go.
That’s not why Steven and I have to snuff out the flames of our short lived relationship. His expectations are too high. And let’s face it, I’m a wimp. It took me a year to finally complete Julio’s 30 day challenge. Steven’s challenges are 6 weeks long. I’m all for it but life keeps getting in the way. I was able to complete the first 6 week challenge in two months or so. Not bad.
The problem is not how many days I’ve missed this time. The problem is I’ve missed enough that I can’t finish in time. Stupid sickness that seized me on Thursday. Stupid errands I have to do that cut into my day even if my head didn’t feel like it might explode and I didn’t feel exhausted after primping. The workout ain’t happening today.
Sorry Steven but you and I may have to be through. For now anyway. Give me my plans and maybe in the new year we can start fresh. I will be back. You have uncovered in me an addiction to working out and losing weight. I will be back. My weights and Wii-mote won’t gather too much dust. I promise. This is for the best. Stop making me feel guilty. It’s not fair. I have to watch out for my health! You almost put me in the hospital once. I won’t do that again. Different circumstances now, I know, but kind of the same thing. I’m sorry but it’s over.
Wow. Breaking up is not easy. Even with cartoons who have such a hold on me. I’m ok with being the epitome of the on again off again couple. Now we’re off.