OK folks, confession time.
I just got back from the gym, for the first time.
For those of you who haven’t been following along, my gym membership began on the twentieth, of last month.
I have this whole mental plan on how to be a better person for my future partner and I really believe that this hypothetical-future-domme deserves a boy with abs so firm she could grate cheese on them.
Clone High reference, anyone?
But, that hasn’t been quite enough to drag me out of bed before work, or keep me from collapsing into a heap after a long day. It would be so much easier if I were doing this for someone more concrete. I’m reminded of an article I saw years ago about a fad of combination dominatrix/personal-trainers, I could almost go for that about now. Or even some mechanical pants that force me to go to the gym like wallace and gromit
I could have made a joke about "The Tuxedo" but nobody saw that.
I’m thinking that perhaps I could try to reward myself for going, and punish myself for not. I don’t know if I have the will power to go through with it, but maybe if I don’t go to the gym, then I don’t let myself uh- do something, that I might regularly enjoy.
The downside to that plan of course is that I might develop a Pavlovian response to putting on gym shorts, which could be embarrassing.
Motivation is always tough. I have had components of fitness training in D/s relationships, and it does work (one submissive lost about 20 pounds in 3 months, another got his six pack back for me, another’s goal was ‘flat stomach’).
Part of what works is accountability, so given you don’t have someone to be accountable to, perhaps being accountable here would help (we have already demanded photos, obviously that didn’t work!). Perhaps add a calendar page with your goal (e.g. to go 3 times per week) and you add your actuals and allow people to comment. Or there might even be an add-in for this sort of thing.
NOW GET TO THE GYM!!
Ferns
I think I’m going to try and make it a reoccurring topic here, for one thing. You’ll get more photos when there is something to show.
I ran for forty-five minutes tonight, and if I can move tomorrow I’m going to do it again, and again until it isn’t so bleeding difficult.
It really would be easier if someone would just be so kind as to drag me out of bed and hit me until I was in shape.
“I ran for forty-five minutes tonight, and if I can move tomorrow I’m going to do it again, and again until it isn’t so bleeding difficult.”
Good for you! Oh hell, you are going to be so sore tomorrow… but it will be a good sore!
Ferns
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