Gym

The Gym is good. I don't know why I resist to go so much. When I go, I feel wonderful. I get a break from my well disciplined, well behaved children and I finally get some ME time. So yeah, I don't know why I try my hardest to avoid the place. I have to get moving. I have been a sloth for weeks...months....I make excuses that I don't have the time....I gotta make the time. Period.

I got on the treadmill with the goal of just moving...and this thought got me through:




I ended up wogging 3 miles today. I think that is pretty awesome. I feel good.