I haven’t been the gym in over a week now. The desire to go is non existant at the moment. A number of factors are causing this.
My sleep is still all over the place. On Tuesday I had to get up for work early after managing only 5 and a half hours sleep. At the moment, I don’t want to get out of bed. I could quite easily spend the day in bed.
Dave had to use my car on Monday. His car wasn’t right when he drove us to my parents on Sunday. So I had no way of getting to Bodycombat on Monday evening.
Walter is being neutered on Friday. This might mean me missing the gym depending on how he gets on over the weekend and early next week.
Classes at the gym have changed. There are not as many Bodycombat classes on. They have been replaced by circuit training, which I have no desire to do. I don’t want to have to make conversation with people at the gym. I don’t want to be around people at all really. The thought of doing my own workout in the gym fills me with anxiety.
I am feeling incredibly guilty for not going to the gym. It probably sounds ridiculous to other people; it’s only the gym and I am still managing to work. But even when I have struggled with my anxiety and depression in the past, I have always managed to go to the gym. I am concerned that I won’t ever want to go back.