Dear Diary,
I've fallen off on getting my real workouts in. I'll hit some sit ups or push ups but I've missed my bike for the last few days. Can't say I'm too happy about that. Time has been my issue. Trying to get things done around the house and a couple of work related social activities have killed my calendar in the last week. Not to mention, the fact that they've added to my waistline. Fortunately I've done enough in some cases to offset the damage, but I'm still digging out of the steak hole from Thursday. I'm only 1.4 lbs off my low, and I'm there without really putting in any work. Don't worry, I know I can't get there by doing nothing. I just have to get up and do something. Last night I couldn't peel myself off the floor to hit the bike. Felt just like old times. I don't like those times. I don't like the pictures from those times either. Actually they are ok. Only because I don't look like that anymore. And that's because I was working out. Thats motivation enough. Time to go H.A.M. again. Forget my housework. The kids are just gonna screw it up anyway. If TLO complains I'm gonna blame you. Then I'll ask if she wants me to be fat again. She'll probably say yeah. Why are you laughing? Shut the f*** up. I'll find the time to beat you.
PS. I miss my endorphins.
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