Yesterday was my favorite gym day, where I rush from work to my favorite fun dance class that's all about just moving and grooving (it's called "Groove" after all).  But yesterday I also had a routine doctor's appointment with a doctor who routinely runs late, and I knew that chances were that I wouldn't be able to make the class.  Planning ahead, I dropped my gym bag off at the gym on my way to work and included my sneakers (the dance class is a barefoot class) so that I would have no excuse not to workout, even if I missed the class.  In fact, I would HAVE to go to the gym, because they cut off any remaining locks at the end of the night...

And, after my appointment (which was 1/2 a mile from the gym and wrapped up just as the class was starting), I called my husband to update him on the appointment and my whereabouts.  As I dailed, I planned to walk to the gym and workout on the machines.  Hubby answered, I gave my update and he said, "Are you still planning on working out, or are you just going by the gym to pick up your bag?"  My mind started playing its tricks -- "Hey, that's a new option -- you could just pick up your bag and go home and relax!"  I said I would let hubby know when I got to the gym and decided.

I hung up and walked to the gym, hearing that devil-on-my-shoulder voice and being half-amused and half-horrified at how quickly my brain jumped on the suggestion of not working out.  Devil-voice tried to convince me that the walk to the gym and then home was 'enough' and that since I wasn't going to my fun class, the gym would just be 'torture' and 'no fun' and 'not worth it.' 

In the end... I got to the gym and called hubby and said I would be working out and would let him know when I was on my way home.  I worked out, burned 500 calories, and felt great about it.  It wasn't my fun dance class, but it still made my body feel good and healthy and will help me meet my goals (not only for my DietBet, but for a healthier me).... and sticking to my plan is a victory, and worth doing.  Because *I* am worth it. Period.

Take that, devil-voice!