The power of accountability

I crawled to the gym this morning at 5:30, handed the desk girl my card backwards expecting her to be able to scan me in. My brain was not yet functioning. It was one of those days when I did not want to get up. My throat is starting to hurt, and quite frankly....it's my molting season "Why did I get up this morning?" you may ask. Danny and I have a deal, unless I tell him the night before that I am not going to the gym, I have to get up and put my clothes on before I decide whether to skip or not. Accountability! So, I got out of bed and put on my clothes thinking I would skip my weight training class and just ride the bike (read: pedal slowly while reading my book and counting it as exercise.) However, when I got there (late) my friend was in the class. She waved me in. It was easier to go in and join her than to explain why I didn't feel like it. Accountability! Here I am now feeling very glad that I did my workout, but I guarantee you that if it were up to me I'd still be in bed right now. Thanks, Danny and Amy. I appreciate the accountability.

Whenever people ask how can I stop (insert bad habit here) or start (insert good habit here) I always encourage them to find someone to keep them accountable. Not the "that's-OK-you'll-do-better-tomorrow" kind of accountability, but the "get-your-rear-into-aerobics-class-if-I-have-to-do-it-so-do-you!" kind of accountability.

Now....where did I hide those brownies?