On the upside, I no longer have to undo my jeans when I put them on or take them off.
On the downside, I hate exercising. I cannot, even remotely convince myself to do it. I don’t like being outside as Mother Nature is not my friend. Everything makes me sneeze, and I’m not a fan of being cold. I refuse to go to the gym as I don’t want people looking at me. My knees kill me. And I don’t own a pair of good runners. Yes, those are all excuses. And yes, I’m being a whiny baby … I’m very good at that. If only I could figure out a way to turn that into a calorie burning activity.
My husband keeps telling me how great it feels to work out, and how awesome you feel afterwards. I’m pretty sure he’s lying. Truth be told, I don’t want to do it. Period.
I know what I want in my brain, and I know that it’s coming. I know what I need to do to get to my goal. I know that I must exercise to get where I’m going. I need to just “get over” myself and do it. But at this very moment, I just can’t. Why??? I never thought it would be this hard turning something that has always been a non-priority, into a life-changing one. 40 years of being overweight and unmotivated has really done a number on my brain.
I think it might be time for me to make a list of goals, and find some goal pictures. Maybe if I surround myself with motivating phrases and images, something will kick in. I think I’ll start by going to sleep with an exercise video under my pillow tonight … pretty sure that’ll work. Think happy thoughts for me. 🙂