I’m going to do my best to not have this be a complete whine session. I am in charge of myself, after all, but it does seem like life sometimes gets in the way of things, doesn’t it? Take blogging for instance. I know it’s a choice to write each day, but it is really hard to get past all the reasons why I just don’t have time to do it. I, of course, have plenty of time. I just have to drag myself away from the comfy couch, a blanket and whatever crap is currently playing on TV.
Exercise is also another thing that gets put off until some distant future when I feel better. This, in turn, leads to what I’m planning to whine about today.
I know I’ve gained weight in the past two years. If I ever dare to step on the scale again, it will tell me the honest truth. Pants also tell a truth. When you can’t get your favorite pair of pants past your thighs, that is a scary truth that is undeniable and almost worse than just stepping on the scale.
I’m going to blame my current state on stress. Last year was rough, there is no doubt about it, but now it’s over and a new year has begun. With it, also came some choices, such as buying an elliptical on January first. I just had to. It was either that or spend an extra thirty minutes at work and go to the gym they conveniently have on site. Who the hell wants to stay an extra thirty minutes at work, though? I know I don’t. I’d finally convinced myself it was the answer but somehow my hubby logically convinced me otherwise. I’m sure he’s right but my bank account sort of hates me right now.
An elliptical is one of those purchases that you want Right Now!, but unfortunately, we ordered it online. The waiting is killing me, but I checked the status today, and it finally shipped! This, of course, means that I’m free to eat and do whatever I want until the damn thing arrives. Then, it will be time to get back into those pants that are just sitting there, waiting to be my friend again.