Being newly single again is difficult, but I’m taking it as much in stride as I can.  One of the things I’m doing in regards to this new singleness is I’ve started trying to get myself back in shape.  Well, I’ll be honest with you, it’s NOT easy.  I mean, I’ve modified my eating habits, quit smoking, get a reasonable amount of sleep…  All the good stuff I’m supposed to have been doing beforehand.  But to discipline myself enough to go outside and run, doing situps, pushups and other body-breakers to the point of collapse almost feels masochistic.

Couple this with the fact that my workout buddy is the one setting the routine, and it becomes even harder.  After all, she’s in the Army, and self-conditioning and discipline is the nature of the beast there.  Me, I think I actively avoided situations that had me submit to discipline from others.  Of course, I have to look at where those actions lead me.

I guess my major concern is that I feel somehow belittled because I’m not able to control the exercises, or have input on what gets done.  Instead, I’m at her mercy regarding what we do, how much of it is done, duration, reps and so forth.  In the end, I think simple pride is getting in the way of this being more beneficial to me.  Well, recognizing the disease is the first step in curing it.