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Lost, dazed and confused. Today I got back from a weekend casino trip with my sister, and upon coming home, I called Angel and said I won't be training with her starting this month. I've been thinking about this since last week, and I've made up my mind to stop working out with her.
Her AdvoCare business is doing so well that she's busied herself mostly with mixers, and FITT no longer exists. Ericka and the other "originals" left awhile ago. It's just me, Chaney and Alva. And what's left of my workouts is supposed to be at least two days at the gym with her, but it's become almost impossible to keep a regular schedule. It's either something comes up with mine, or she has to cancel because something else comes up. I don't need to be spending almost $200 a month for workouts I'm not doing.
Sometimes I don't even think that this is the same Angel who used to torture me and really make me work hard. This is pregnant, AdvoCare-minded, business-driven Angel who has so much on her plate, there's no more time for Saturday bootcamps. Or after school FITT. I used to be able to work out at least four times a week. Now I'm lucky if I get to work out one time.
Meanwhile, I feel like the weight is coming back up on me... and I'm so frustrated. I don't blame Angel. It's all on me. But I don't need to mess up paying that much money every month, when I feel I could clean up my act by myself and start being more independent because she's no longer able to do these workouts. Instead of spending my money on training, I'm going to save towards a car.
Well... all good things must come to an end, and this is where this ends. I'm going to continue to try to build my AdvoCare business, but I need to work out on my own. It's just me, myself, and I now. I'll be OK. I have to be.
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