At home, the exercise bike and weights are on the first floor. My bedroom is on the second floor. It used to be I'd come home, go upstairs, and change into my workout clothes -- sometimes. Sometimes I'd get upstairs and collapsing on the bed, playing on the computer, cuddling with the cats, or watching TV (sometimes all four at once!) was more compelling, and I'd never make it downstairs to exercise.
So lately, when I feel like my willpower is in jeopardy, I stay downstairs and work out on the bike in my jeans and t-shirt. If they're not my loose jeans, I unzip them and just wear the shirt over. Nobody is around to see but the cats.
I promise myself 20 minutes on the bike and I can go upstairs and play, and almost always I end up at 30-45 minutes anyway.So am I just freakishly weird? I figure whatever gets me to doing it, eh, so what if I'm weird. I tried stashing workout clothes to change into downstairs, but I kept forgetting, and sometimes even that spoiled my momentum to exercise.


the comfier the better...