Conflicting goals

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I love working with my hands.  I love creating things at all times and in all situations.  I have several projects that have a deadline of the end of the month, and all of them are things that really motivate and interest me.  Being in a good groove artistically is a nice, long-lasting buzz, and it produces a lot for me in terms of work output and things that I learn as I go along.

This morning, I packed for the gym.  I've noticed a little weight gain-- I've had a busy summer, with lots of parties and one pretty hefty injury.  I've managed to drop my weight a little bit, but I need to be more assiduous, if I want to go past maintenance and into loss. Now, after a week of being off the gym while I lived out of a suitcase, my stupid art braincell is SCREAMING to ditch the gym another day to work on art projects.  We have to hurry!  Not much time left!  It's more fun than the gym!

All three points may be true, little art braincell.  BUT: it's fun to wear form-fitting clothes, too.  And it's fun to be able to dance all night, or hike all day.  And it's fun to be energized for a week of convention madness.  And so on, but it takes longer than the speed of art .  The tyrannical little art braincell would like me to work with my hands till my eyes strain and my back knots, just to keep the creative buzz going.  I am LOUSY at listening to my body when I need to take a break.  Gym time will have to function as part of that break.

Going to actually do pushups at a lower level than I tested at: just because I CAN do so many, doesn't mean I should-- it took me a week to stop being badly sore, especially in my abs and upper back.