A promise

I've paid for a gym membership to my local gym now for probably 2 3 years. I've been pregnant in that three years, so for 9 months I didn't go. I've had the baby, she's 7 months old, and guess what? I've maybe been 10 times. What. The. Hell. I have got to get my ass to the gym. I'm paying for it, money that shouldn't be wasted, and I need to go.

Aaron has talked to me several times about it. He thinks I should cancel my membership because I don't go. Valid point. Understood. However, I feel really really loser-ish canceling it. What do I do? Go in the gym, clearly needing to hit the treadmill and cancel my membership instead?

Why can't I get motivated to be there? I feel so good when I'm there. I'm happy when I leave. But finding the motivation to get in my car and walk in those doors seems to be my biggest challenge. Is it because when I'm there I start to feel like I have so much work to do on myself? Or maybe because when I work out I feel even more guilty about the bag of chips that I'm eating?

You know what? It doesn't freaking matter. Going to the gym and eating whatever the hell I want is better than NOT going. So here's my promise to you, my readers. I'm hitting that gym two times this week. I promise. And I'm going to tell you all about when I do!