I have been having trouble motivating myself to exercise. I'm not sure why. I know how much better it makes me feel, and yet there are days I just can't get out the door. Then there are days when I do get out the door and things don't go as planned. Today, I was all geared up and ready to go but as I strapped Pete into the stroller, he started screaming. And wouldn't settle down. So we went back inside so he could take a nap. I'm not sure who was more disappointed - me, or Bailey. Poor thing had her collar and leash on and was all excited. Once I settled the man in for a nap, I lost all my motivation to run. And then had fast food for lunch. Talk about going in opposite directions. BOO.
I guess I should have planned things a little better ... and days like today really make me wish our treadmill wasn't lost in the flood. And that perhaps, we should ask Santa for a new one! Sometimes it seems like the littlest things derail me. I should have done something while Pete napped, and now I can't even remember what I did do. I know that everyone has bad days, but sometimes when the bad days run together, I have a hard time remembering that this too shall pass.
Sorry for the whiny post. I'm hoping tomorrow is a better day!
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