So, today’s the day.
I have been telling myself that lie for a full month now. The lie being that today, I will get back on track, pull myself out of the unemployment induced semi-depression I have been living in, slap on my sneakers and a sports bra and start working out again.
To be honest, I’m really not sure why I’ve been putting it off. I am one of those people who work out on a regular basis. I have a routine. Until of course, the routine fails me yet again, and I fall off the wagon for a week or two. It’s been 5 weeks. And don’t get me wrong – I’ve tried, I have put on all my workout gear. Then, I ehem…sat around on the computer ehem…yeah.
At this point I’m literally filled with self loathing and self-doubt.
I know a good workout is what I need to lift my spirits (and my ass), I just need to get up and do it. Maybe writing this for the world to see, or at least my handful of readers, will push me to stop procrastinating. Maybe. For now, I’m going to finish up my coffee and daydream about how great I’m gonna look in my bikini next year; if I could just get off my lazy tush.