Why is it so easy to self-sabotage? Do we self-sabotage because it's easy to? Is there a difference?
These were the thoughts I had in my head this morning as I MADE myself go for a 5-mile run.
Confession: I've only gone running 2 or 3 times since this almost a month ago.
I've lost all my motivation. I have excuse after excuse: Too tired, too cold, too early,
Yet today, as I was out there, it felt soooooo good. But it's just so much EASIER to sit on my ass and eat my face off, yaknow?!
Last night, Hubby remarked (excitedly, I might add), "I think your boobs are getting bigger!"
Well, that right there was the final straw.
I'm pret-ty sure my boobs are done developing thankyouverymuch.
Bigger boobs=heavier bod.
Thus my early morning runs start up again tomorrow, because now that we've turned the clocks back (will today ever frickin end?!) it will be lighter in the mornings. NO EXCUSES!
Now I just need to figure out how to inconspicuously eliminate the boyz' Halloween loot without causing trauma...(without eating it all myself, which you know, of course, is exactly what I WANT to do.)