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.

xooxxo,

Beth WA