I have weird God moments.
I was supposed to go to the gym. But I didn't really want to.
Because who goes to the gym on a Saturday morning?! I personally would like to be watching cartoons.
Anyway, in my grumpy, pouty, unmotivatey mood I went to talk to my mom.
And she made me smiley, and laughy, and motivatey.
Even though I mostly just complained about how I could work out for a bajillion hours and still look the same, and weigh the same, and be the same.
BUT! Being a nurse I decided to take the healthy route and workout.
On my way to the gym I started to get frustrated again, and ended up just sitting outside the doors for 10 minutes because I really REALLY didn't feel like working out. People in gyms are so judgey.
And for some strange reason every time I've worked out at this gym there is a super in shape old man who likes to compare himself to me.
And I lose.
By a lot.
And it wouldn't matter if I did or didn't workout. Nothing would change.
I mustered up enough motivation to get out of my car. But I was back to my grumpy pouty unmotivated mood.
I smiled at the sweet receptionist lady at the entrance and gave her my keys. I pretended to not be grumpy because I am working out for what appears to be no reason.
Then I said a small prayer. Just like the ones I have been saying pretty much non-stop every time I look in a mirror. It kinda went like this "Hey God, I'm working out and being healthy. But I would appreciate if You could make it LOOK like I'm working out and being healthy. Cause why wouldn't You help me look like I'm working out when I ACTUALLY AM WORKING OUT! Just tell me why! Amen."
Receptionist lady signed me in with the tag on my keychain then hands me my keys, looks up at me and smiles.
"I really like swiping you in on the key card right next to your Denny's loyalty membership!"
Damn it.
