A couple of weeks back I posted about my quest for fitness. By blogging about it, I was hoping I’d feel accountable and get off my arse and do something. But nope, here I am still parking that arse of mine and finding a myriad of excuses why I can’t exercise. I know I need to exercise. I want to feel healthy and fit. I want to feel less flabby and more fabby. I feel my body is itching to move, but my head is far behind, thinking about the contents of the pantry and fridge.
To be fair to myself, it has been a hectic few weeks with visitors, birthday party, trip for work (all equalling copious amounts of eating) but now I feel f(l)atter than before.
Like many, I have a love/hate relationship with exercise – I hate alot of forms of exercise, yet I love how it makes me feel after I’ve done it. I know there is no quick and easy fix. I’ve just got to get out there and pound the pavement day after day until I start feeling stronger again. Continue reading