My snooze button was irresistible this morning. I hit it twice. Then I remembered my aunt was out there waiting for her text message and that text was to follow a vigorous workout.
Half-asleep I logged onto launchcast.com and turned on some music. Half-asleep I got my weights and set them on the coffee table. Half-asleep I started my jumping jacks. That woke me up.
With counting, concentrating on breathing, and keeping myself going I I have little time to actually think during my workouts. As I did my cool down, though, the Pink song Perfect came on and made me smile. It made me think about my motivation for exercising and eating better. I'm not perfect, nor do I want to be. I like me. I just want a healthier me. I forget that. It's like I conveniently push it from my mind to give myself an excuse not to get up and get my workout in. I need to remember why I'm doing this. Suffering now will lead to more time with my children. Pain now means the quality of my life will improve. It won't always be this hard...or so my baby sister assures me.
She and my dad LOVE exercise. Does that make them nuts? Maybe. Or, maybe it means they're in good enough shape that the pain and suffering give them a high. I want that to be me!! The desire to cry and puke when I'm done isn't fun. I just have to keep my eyes on the light at the end of the tunnel!
Wish me luck! Have a great day all!
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