Monday, April 09, 2012
Well, I'm officially in a slump. I want to KICK, KICK, KICK myself. I want to tell everyone out there NOT to let yourself slip...even when you have valid reasons. I still haven't found a way to exercise with little children around. I thought I could get up and exercise early. I'm not an early morning person and, having them wake up earlier (and they do), isn't something I want to repeat. Anyway, once I stopped making daily exercise a habit, I began to feel lazier and lazier. I even started night snacking and, with that, self loathing. I told myself I'd wake up today and exercise before I started my day because I've also let other things go while I had children around and now it's time to catch up. Well, wouldn't you know it? I had a huge anxiety attack that kept me awake until I saw the glow of dawn instead. I'm very tired this morning and trying to get myself motivated to exercise without much luck.
My birthday is next weekend and my oldest daughter has a girl's sleepover planned for me. She wants to shop, lunch, and hang out on Friday. We will later put on our jammies for a night of debauchery. There will be brie cheese with pita chips, apple pear brie puff pastry, orange flavored birthday cake, and alcoholic beverages with umbrellas (it isn't a party unless one has umbrellas in their drinks). I'm supposed to choose the beverage we will indulge in. The way I'm feeling now? I may eat and drink like a glutton and sleep through my birthday due to a hangover and food induced coma. I'm not feeling the joy of accomplishment. I'm feeling like I must be in my own private Idaho thinking I'm making progress on this journey. I'm still the fat old grandma wearing fat-lady clothes.
Hey? Anyone want to nominate me for most motivating blog? NOT!