Can This Relationship Be Saved?

I’m thinking about cheating on him.

No…seriously.

It’s just too much work to be with him anymore. I find myself forcing out a smile when I tell people I’m going to meet up with him. We used to have so much fun! We bustle about…reading and listening to our favorite tunes. Now, I can’t stand to look at him. He makes me a better person, but is that enough? We discussed taking a break from each other last month – hid it from the family and everything. Who am I kidding? It’s no fun getting all hot and sweaty anymore. The thrill is gone.

I think I’m going to have to divorce Gym.

All kidding aside (You know a part of you thought it was Lenny…SICKOS!), my relationship with Gym is being tested the last few weeks. It’s been almost a year since I decided that I needed to take better care of myself. And I think I did a rather good job keeping up with a 2-3 day routine last year, even when my schedule blew up. I ate right – but didn’t get all manic about it.

Then of course, the holidays came – along with an unexpected workload. So, Gym had to take a back seat. I promised myself that I would hop back on at first chance. And I did. Back on the elliptical trainer as of last week along with dance class on Wednesday. Damn…that was the roughest three days of my life this year! Every bone in my body hurt and while I was on the trainer, I was looking for any excuse to get the hell out of there 5-10 minutes earlier. Which I did.

You remember that character Tim Meadows played on SNL called “The Ladies Man?” Well, sneaking out on my workout felt like Leon Phelps leaving his latest conquest.

“Uh yeah baby…I gots to go.”

It’s not like I WANT to be a lazy, fat ass. It just seems hard to find my focus. It’s that part of the relationship where you get past all the good, weird, and exciting stuff. Basically, Gym and I are in our version of the “Seven Year Itch.”

Gone is the early sweetness of the honeymoon phase where I couldn’t wait to clock out of work and head out to see Gym. I’d hop on the treadmill and walk my ass off for an hour. Then we moved to the thrill of discovering of his different quirks: Cardio, weights, resistance…even contemplated a little Yoga. And finally, we got comfortable with each other. I showed up every other day and spent my time with Gym.

It’s just so damn hard! I’ve been working out regularly since last year and I feel like I’ve hit a wall. There are little changes here and there with my body – but I guess I’m falling into the trap of wanting more. I want to see the results faster. My patience is wearing thin and reminding myself that it takes time is losing its luster. So, I take out my frustrations on Gym.

Where did the magic go? Can this relationship be saved?

Well, I’ll tell you this – I’ve invested too much time and effort into this relationship! Despite this little bit of drama, I’m going to rough it out with Gym. I have dance class tomorrow and I WILL make our little preset date and sweat my stomach away.

I will love Gym…and dammit…HE WILL LOVE ME BACK!

Ohh…that sounded a little Fatal Attraction-esque. Hee hee. But the bottom line is – I’ll get out of this funk. At least I hope I will. Otherwise, I would have just wasted my time.

And what woman wants to admit wasting time on a relationship?