I *want* to exercise. Get fit. Lose weight.
I just have nooooo motivation.
Since the beginning of the new year, Hubby has lost 15+ pounds. And even though I act jealous and like it's "no fair!"?
I'm secretly very proud of him. Impressed. Amazed.
On the other hand, I have steadily maintained the exact same weight since January 1. Up a few pounds here, down a few pounds there. Absolutely no concrete weight loss though.
But the harder Hubby works at it, the less I've been doing.
If that's even possible. I awake at 5:30ish and start my day: Shower, get ready for work, pack school lunches, make breakfasts, and then out the door. When I get home, it's: put on
I know I need to run.
I did this weekend: A 57 minute run on Saturday and a 45 minute run on Sunday.
(It felt awesome, but it took everything I had to simply make myself get out there. The above-40 degree temperature was the biggest motivating factor.)
So I do have it in me.
What's the most frustrating is that I'm NEVER CONSISTENT. (And if you've read this blog for any length of time, you know this to be true.)
I eat great, then I binge.
I exercise, then I don't.
I care, then I (pretend I) don't care.
Your ideas, tips, suggestions, uhhh....psychoanalysis?