Somehow I look and it's been 3 months since I've done this. I've exercised off and on. I've lost another 10 pounds and hit a very big goal. But I haven't been exercising daily. And I still can't get my butt out of bed. Why? I'm working on the why and the how.
Today I planned to do a gentle yoga class. The inexpensive local grocery store didn't have a few items (really, who doesn't have low carb tortillas?) so I went to the fancy one near the gym. Tortillas were not in the section with all the salsa and stuff. So I'm running around the grocery store trying to find tortillas and was too late for yoga. Did I mention that my facebook status was continually updated during this mad dash? With things like 'y' and the saved mention of the fact that I was sad the local diet coke guy was married and my fantasies about free diet coke. And really, why are all these people clogging the aisles? It was insane how many people had their carts practically across the aisles in an attempt to prevent me from going to the yoga class. Talk about the opposite of namaste...... I was so late and frustrated that I ended up on the elliptical.
I did 45 minutes on the elliptical for 4.62 miles and walked with a friend at lunch. In the military we called them two a days. They suck. Especially because it's a million degrees out and I'm the palest person on the entire planet. I burn under the florescent lights. It's sad, really.
I feel good about hitting the gym 3 days in a row. Tomorrow I'm up at 5 am to go for a walk before work. And try this women's fitness magazine article about taking time to write down how I feel after exercising.... Um, good but tired?
