The holidays can really put a damper on one's gym routine. But since I entered my 30's, I have noticed that it really has become more and more difficult for me to get to the gym. Is this because my priorities have changed? Does one lose vanity when they turn 30? Is my lack of enthusiasm for working out due to the fact that I have been in the same relationship for almost six years?

Take today for example: I got up at 8:30am to make myself a cup of tea. Put three loads of laundry into the wash at 9:00am, did some household chores until I had to put the laundry into the dryer at 9:35am, did a light grocery run as the clothes dried, at 10:30am folded the clothes, made some stir-fry for dinner at 11:00am, rearranged the pantry while I made dinner, washed all the dishes, and now I am blogging at 11:45am.

Sometime when got out of bed I had planned to fit in a quick workout sometime before I had to go to work at 12:30pm. Not sure why everything else took priority over lifting weights. I still like working out. I still enjoy the endorphin rush of gym activity. Where did I decide that the high of step class could be replaced by the ecstasy of organizing my shelves? Am I just getting too old to partake in the exertion? Is the gym a place for 20-year-olds trying to preen and pump themselves to find what they need to find?

I am planning on making it to the gym tomorrow morning before I report for work at 10:00am. To be honest, I wish I could take an aerobic class of some sort but I will settle for lifting weights. I could use the sweat and caloric burn to get rid of the tons of food I have eaten over the past few days. On the other hand, I am looking forward to making dinner for my partner: I think I will be making a nice tuna casserole and a green salad. Later.  ¶ 12:01 PM