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Updated 5 years ago,November 30, 2019
Every year, I make the exact same resolution.
To join a gym and exercise every single morning.
Of course, it never sticks.
Taisiia Stupak
I make it and break it, make it and break it.
The cycle eternally repeats itself.
But last year, something changed.
In the middle of December, I went to the annual Christmas party my boss threw.
He would always add a gimmick to encourage more people to attend.
Last year, he hired a psychic.
She told me she could help me out if I really wanted.
I didnt take her act too seriously so I agreed without thinking it through.
I didnt know it would be a big deal.
She told me to write my resolution down on a slip of paper.
Then she moved onto the next person.
Our session was over.
The following year started out strong, as always.
I went to the gym every single morning for a month.
The first time I skipped was in February.
I had gotten drunk the night before and was too hungover to get myself out of bed early.
Nothing weird happened until the next morning.
A pimple appeared on my chin, large and gooey.
Either that or the fact I had forgotten to wipe the makeup off my face that night.
I didnt want to believe some crazy conspiracy theory.
I needed to show myself nothing bad would happen if I broke my resolution.
The day after that, my cat left a bloody scratch down the length of my arm.
I tried to hold out anyway to prove my clumsiness had nothing to do with the workout resolution.
But then, after a full month of bumps and bruises, my cat got sick.
I had to rush her to the vet for emergency surgery.
I exercised until the vet called, saying the operation was a success.
For the rest of the year, I refused to break my resolution.
It didnt matter whether I was hungover or on my period or sick with the flu.
I dragged myself to the gym, no matter what.
I didnt want to risk something worse happening.
Im hoping to stay as far away from her as possible.
