I have nothing to say, but I don’t want to cross off the next thing on my to-do list, so I’m here instead.
What’s the next thing you ask… ugh… it’s the TORTURE MACHINE, also known as The Elliptical.
I hate this machine…
So, we had Mr. T’s annual check up, and while I knew it had gained some weight over the summer, my jaw about hit the floor when it was put in black and white. Now, I don’t mind a big kid, and he’s got good self-esteem, but I’m worried about his health.
I’ve lost 30 pounds so far this year because I wanted to be healthier, and apparently all of the food I wasn’t eating, Mr. T was and I was blind to it.
As such, we’ve both made a point to be more active. It’s really easy to do when we spent an hour chasing his 2 yr old cousin in the pool – or when we spent about 4 hours in the lake, and a good portion of that he did without a noodle – but during the week we don’t have those options. I told him that I’d start doing the elliptical. My goal is to set a good example.
Being a good example sucks.
Knowing this is good for me sucks, too.
Thus, I’m writing a blog post about it instead of actually getting up and doing it.
Most days, I feel like this:
Today, I’m actually struggling to be motivated. I’ve tried to write this blog twice so far. If third time isn’t a charm, then you will not ever see this!
I realized that I put a load of towels in the dryer and forgot to hit the start button last night. Yup. That’s how my day has gone.
I wanted to blog that I’m not feeling motivated. I wanted to let you know that I have a cleaning schedule. One small item every day and it means a clean house on Friday so that I have my weekends free. I love that list. Yeah, I haven’t done it in 3 weeks. Not to say I haven’t cleaned anything in 3 weeks, well, okay, there are parts of my house I haven’t cleaned in 3 weeks.
All I know is that today, I’m not being amazing.
That is about to change. I’ve now put it out to the Universe and I’m going to catch up on my cleaning schedule. I’m going to step back on the evil instrument of death, also known as my elliptical machine and get my heart rate up. I’m going to get the laundry finished, including dried. I’m also going to get in my full 8 or so work hours today and get to a good place there.
Bugger it, I forgot to get the meal in the crock pot this morning. I’m going to do that first. After I check emails. And then I have to pee.
Just out of curiosity, how many more times do I have to use my evil instrument of death before my thighs don’t hurt? I can’t remember. All I know is that it hurts to sit down to pee. I guess the more accurate statement is that it hurts to sit down, but I really notice it when I’m about to pee. Just wondering.