Thursday, December 27, 2012
Last night was a typical night for me. I didn't work out yesterday, ate pretty decently, and went home exhausted. Nothing new there. I puttered around the house for a few minutes, and decided to leave it a mess for another day. Just too tired to deal with it. Took my spot on the couch, pulled out a book, and started to read.
Honestly, that is a pretty typical day for me lately. Tired, no matter what I do. Unable to get out of bed in the morning, no matter what I do. (In fact, I was late to work this morning because of that issue. Only 3 minutes, but it's a first for me. Certainly didn't sit well with me.) So what's the point, right? I'm tired no matter what.
Exactly. What's the point of skipping my workouts, if they are simple, 10 minute workouts AT work on a break, and I'm going to be tired the rest of the day anyway? I keep finding excuses for me to skip these workouts, and today, I'm busting through one of them. One of my favorite things to do, excuse-busting. :)