I know this is a totally cliche saying right now, but in this situation, it couldn’t be more true. I was all geared up to get up early this morning and exercise, and I didn’t do it. I just didn’t get up. I had no excuses. And then I proceeded to mentally beat myself up for the next hour and a half. And then make a plan for exercising tonight at home, but kinda knowing I probably wouldn’t follow through. And I was not in that great of a place mentally.
Then my mom texted that my dad could watch Henry while I went to the gym this afternoon. I am so happy about this. I can go to both my aerobics and weight lifting class. I went from underperforming to overperforming, and I am so happy about that. I hope it is the initiative I need to start feeling less sluggish. Seriously, this time change combined with the new medication I am taking combined with my overeating and undersleeping this weekend was the recipe for disaster.
Hopefully this week gets better by the day. So far, it’s gotten better by the hour.