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Dec 09, 2003 10:52

So, I really should have gone to sculpt class with onesoul. When the cathedral bells of my alarm clock started ringing at 5 am, my down comforter seemed a much better friend than the sadistic sculpt instructor....so I stayed home. I knew it...I knew it in my groggy, before logic awakes state...I knew that I would regret skipping class. The moment came later in the morning over coffee when onesoul told me of her aching quads and hamstrings. Why is this the trigger? Well...pain is fun for me of course, not to mention how tight and lovely my legs feel after an hour of nameless tortures in said class.

So, I slept in this morning. This relates to a conversation I had last night with an old friend. Here's my side of it:

I'm looking for someone to provide some structure to some of my day to day things. For example...

I work out pretty regularly. It's easy though for me to make excuses and not go...

I'm tired...

I just don't feel like it...

I want to sleep in....

Well, I've realized that I'm really letting myself down in this area.

Exercise....makes me feel good about me.....about my body...sore muscles feel good...I love how tight my legs feel after a good spinning class....

Sooo....the scenario is having someone in my life that holds me accountable for this.

Say, I'm "ordered" to make sure I go to the gym 4 times a week and that I must report in...

If I'm a good girl....great...

If I'm not....I could be punished....

Basically, for me this is an erotic way to make sure that I'm taking care of myself.

It's odd...of course I can take care of myself on my own....

but it's a lot more fun with the micro management...

So...I'll try and make it to a sculpt class this evening...it's soooo easy to say that now...and so difficult to follow through at 5:30 this evening. Ahhh well.
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