Another little epiphany:

I am reeeeeeeeaaaaaallllly good at making myself feel guilty.

Case in point: I woke up this morning a few moments before I was scheduled to get up and work out. I briefly tested my breathing, and then realized that I sort of hurt all over (the humidity is playing hell on my joints; I don't have arthritis but there's something about high humidity that just makes me hurt all over).

I contemplated resetting the alarm for an hour later and grabbing another hour of sleep. So I did, and rolled over and squinched my eyes closed. And my brain said: you know, you could get up and CHECK the humidity. It doesn't seem as high as yesterday. You could probably work out okay.

And I told my brain: I can do it when I get home this afternoon. It'll be hotter than outside but less humid inside, and I have a/c.

And my brain responded: Yeah, but you have to get your allergy shot sometime this afternoon, and they don't like you to work out strenuously within two hours of getting it. And you have all those data to enter, so you can't cut out early and do it, and you have to pick up the funds for the Youth Trip this afternoon, and you need to buy stamps, and you should cash that check from the textbook company before they void it. And you should go check your milkweeds again...

And I said: brain, shut up.

And my brain said: But remember, you ate all those cappuccino cookies yesterday evening? And you had that big lunch yesterday too. I don't really see you burning it off in this bed.

And I said to myself, oh, dammit, and got up and worked out anyway.

And I'm sore as anything right now - I don't know if heat/humidity increase the chances of pulling muscles but I feel like I've got a few pulled ones. At least my hip and knee joints don't hurt any more.

It's really too bad I can't rent my brain out as a personal trainer, those dudes get like $200 an hour to scream at people for being couch potatoes.