I was doing really well with getting myself to the gym for the last few months. Really! I had a great schedule going, and my diet was better, and it was all hunky dory. Aaaaand then my dress was finally delivered and I picked it up. It fit perfectly, which was beyond awesome. The problem now is that my brain is stuck on "dude it fits, you don't need to do anything else". I know that's not true, but that voice (and the somehow unchanging number on the scale, though I see my stomach starting to expand back to it's former self) is really good at giving me all kinds of excuses to not go to the gym and instead go home and do something silly ("Oh, you should really finish making the table numbers, you'll be glad you did it now instead of waiting.").
I'm now down to just almost 2 months out, and I'm going to be really irritated with myself if I don't start making myself go to the gym, but gosh darn it it's so nice out and I just keep wanting to go home, take the dogs for a walk, then sit on the porch with a hard lemonade while I work on my DIY projects!
I know it's all a choice, and really I just need to kick myself into gear and go, but gosh darn it I just had to complain about my brain being all wishy washy on me. I'm telling myself I'm going today. I have my bag ready to go, it's right here by my desk. Staring at it all day has made me feel guilty, so I might actually do it. Maybe.