Gym Guilt

Have you had those days where no matter what you do, you just cannot make it into the gym?  I did.  It happened even just last night.  If I miss a night where I should be at the gym, I then spend the next 24 hours flogging myself for not planning better.  Where does all of this come from?  Planning can help avoid a guilt trip, to a point...

For instance, yesterday,  I got a call from my parents that my late grandpa's house has finally sold!  They wanted to know if, in addition to the refrigerator I was already being given, if I would like the dresser set that my grandparents used in their bedroom.  It's a beautiful set, I'm very sentimental about furniture and so, of course, I jumped at the chance.  However, as my Dad was waiting for his help to show up later that day to load all of that furniture to take to my house, he got a call that some of his help wasn't going to show.  Even after Dad's protests, I decided to go and help since it is, after all, for me!  It took us about 1.5 hours, but we managed and even had some extra help.

After all of that, I was still due at my Grandma's for dinner with the family.  I arrived for dinner only an hour before I was supposed to be at the gym.  After a fabulous home-cooked meal, I helped clean up the table and then as requested, flipped my Grandma's mattress.  On top of all of this, my new niece was having a BAD day.  Poor little thing was screaming her fool head off.  I took her so that her mom and my brother could have a few minutes to themselves and eat.  To be completely honest, even if she screams the whole time, I still love getting to hold her and it feels good to be able to help my bro even if only for a half hour.

Next thing I know, I look up at the clock and almost fell over.  It was almost 9pm!!!!  How the?!?!  I asked, "Grams, that can't possibly be the right time?"  She simply looked at her watch and said, "Sure is."  Awwww hell.  I know I have countless hours of homework stacked up at home even though I worked on it for over 4 hours the night before.  This writing assignment is due Friday before midnight.  Taking all of that into consideration, I decided to go home and dig into that pile of readings and assignments.

I still think I did the smart, responsible thing.  So why then am I still kicking myself for not having been able to do homework AND hit the gym?  Things come up.  Yesterday was a great day!  A success!  Then why does a little thing like missing the gym cause me such grief??