a tiny freak out

This morning for the first time in a looooong time I went to the gym BEFORE work. To say that I am not a morning person is pretty much the understatement of the century but every time I go in the morning I say “I should do this all the time”. On days that I go to the gym after work I just sit and think up excuses for reasons I don’t have to go. Like Monday I didn’t go because I had to get a card at Walgreens. Walgreens is open 24/7 so that’s just absurd. I read in a magazine once the pros of going to the gym in the morning and they are all so true. #1- if you wait to go after work or school you have more time to talk yourself out of it, #2- you have a natural blush for the rest of the day and #3- it gets your metabolism going and gives you more energy throughout the day. Plus if I do go after work I don’t get home until 8 and then I’m starving and then I’m eating way later than you should. So, I’m hoping that after today’s experience I will start to go more often before work and stop being such a baby.

The push to go to the gym at an ungodly hour came from me freaking out that my sister’s wedding is in a week and I don’t want to feel fat. This isn’t the only abnormal thing that I’ve done or that’s happened in the past month. See, since I went to school in the south, a lot of girls I was acquaintances with were getting engaged senior year but no one I really was close with. I was extremely happy when I heard that my close friends, Christine and Steve, got engaged and they are getting married in June of next year. There’s something to say about getting your own invitations to weddings and parties aside from the invites that are addressed “The Sacco Family”. It makes being an adult real. In the past two days I have gotten two invitations to baby showers addressed to myself. It’s so weird. Not only do you buy your own gift but you feel so singled out. One of the invitations was addressed to “Susan and Brittany Sacco” and then I got one of my own. It’s like saying “Okay, enough is enough. You’re on your own.” You know how women have all these raging hormones when they are pregnant? I think I’m going through something similar but instead of pregnancy hormones (phew) it’s your sister’s getting married in a week hormones. My mind races about everything and anything and I never get like that. I think it’s the high stress. Though I’m sure that in a week when everything is said and done I’ll be sad it’s over.