Dear Luv Doc,

I started a New Year’s resolution this year of going to the gym every day after work and in the mornings on the weekends. Last year I gained some weight after a breakup and spent most of the year depressed. I knew something had to change and it felt like the gym was a good place to start. The first few weeks went well. I only missed one out of 14 days. The one I missed was the last Sunday when my mom came to visit and she wanted to go to brunch. I felt like I couldnโ€™t deny her. Then the next week I missed two days because of car problems and now I am finding it really hard to get motivated to even go on the weekends. I will end up going out on a Friday night and then want to sleep in on Saturday and then I think of all the errands I need to do and going to the gym falls off the list. The same thing has been happening on Sundays. Itโ€™s almost March and I have missed going to the gym the last two weekends. I have at least been sticking to my weekday schedule, but I just canโ€™t get motivated for the weekends. I feel guilty that I have let myself down โ€“ especially since going to the gym makes me feel a lot better during the day. Please tell me what I can do to stay motivated. 

โ€“ Signed, A Saturday Sloth


Seven days a week? Even the tiny little 8 lb. 6 oz. newborn baby Jesus took a siesta on the shabbat โ€“ and not just because he was Jewish. Itโ€™s because his dad was the OG workerโ€™s rights advocate. Apparently the Almighty has his limits. He negotiated himself a day of rest and He put it on the weekend because he knew thatโ€™s when all the big NASCAR races happen. Even the most treacherous celestial slave driver would probably agree that six days of hard labor cooking up creation deserves one day of R&R. I imagine most omnipotent deities would be plum tuckered after digging out the Grand Canyon or dreaming up something as wackadoodle as a duck-billed platypus. A mammal? That lays eggs? Thatโ€™s some out-of-the-box creationism right there. Somebody get Jehovah a PBR.

Look, I am not trying to say that you need to honor the Sabbath โ€ฆ or circumcise yourself and convert to Judaism … Iโ€™m saying that you need to cut yourself some slack. I know the preceding doesnโ€™t make a lot of contextual sense because the whole point of circumcision is to get rid of the slack, isnโ€™t it? Also, in His infinite wisdom, Yahweh scheduled circumcision for the eighth day, which in hindsight is a clever move because who wants a pair of overworked, trembling hands making that cut โ€“ especially back in the days when mohels used a flint knife? Bruh. Lastly, all the preceding assumes youโ€™re a dude, which, like the existence of the aforementioned deity, I have no direct proof of. You might well be a female gym rat who goes to brunch with her mom when she comes to town. Thatโ€™s not just a dude thing โ€ฆ I bet. I would call my mom and ask, but I would have to get Jesus on the main line. Also, we never went to brunch, so โ€ฆ thereโ€™s that.

I think itโ€™s glaringly obvious Iโ€™m not the best at staying on task, but in my old age I find it helpful to not be such a hardass with myself about exercise. That way I donโ€™t live in a mentality where one missed day at the gym sends me into some sort of guilt/shame spiral. Itโ€™s OK to play hooky now and then, and to be totally honest, life throws a monkeywrench into my routine more often than I would like, but themโ€™s the breaks. Like, literally. For me, the key to resolve is to know I am going to occasionally backslide and have unavoidable interruptions โ€“ some of which interrupt my fitness schedule so much that it takes weeks to work back up to the condition I was in โ€“ and I almost always do. I try to be gentle with myself. I try not to be the screaming, Bobby Knight, chair-throwing asshole self-coach and more of the Phil Jackson, power of positivity, self-nurturer. I tell myself, โ€œYouโ€™re the kind of person who perseveres.โ€ I think that beats the alternative, right? So, in my opinion, taking a few days off to rest on the weekend if you choose is no problem. The problem is having anxiety about it. When youโ€™re on a long path, youโ€™re going to need to rest along the way.


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The Luv Doc graduated without honors from the University of Texas in 1988, receiving a BA in English, his first and only language. He has received numerous awards and accolades including but not limited to: A blue ribbon for being best on the balance beam in kindergarten at Louverture Elementary in Wichita, Kansas; the "Big Stick" award for the hardest hitting defensive player on the Norman High School football team in 1983; and three consecutive Austin Music Awards for "Best Country Band" in 2014,...