And it’s July!
That was fast.
Back to work about a month = success
Moving = success
Unpacking = near success
I get to decorate soon. I’m no good at decorating, but
Nathan’s even worse, so it’s all me! It’ll be…interesting. Especially with a
baby.
In the midst of moving, I fell off of my work out schedule.
I fell off hard. I’ve mentioned it before, but I do not, do not, DO NOT enjoy
exercising. I can do it, and I have done it, but I strongly dislike it. It’s
very easy to stop and let several weeks (or months) pass before I return to it.
Why do I dislike exercise so much? I don’t know if I have a
good answer. Am I lazy? Well, yeah, to an extent. I’d rather sit and read than
lift weights. I don’t like being sore, out of breath, hot and sweaty, and all
of the other uncomfortable effects of working out.
But. I want to be healthy. I want to be stronger. It’d be
nice to lose some of the pregnancy weight that stayed with me. The motivation
is simply not there. Nathan tells me that waiting for feelings of motivation is
pointless…to reference Nike, just do it!
He’s right. It’s just a matter of working out or not working
out. I can do either, whether or not I feel like it. I only have to make myself
do it that first time…again.
