I set my alarm for 6.30am again today, knowing that Friday nights are always busy at our place because it’s food shopping night and then have to cook dinner and then I’m just knackered, so there is never any exercise happening on Fridays. So I did the right thing last night, and set the alarm so I could get up early and do my exercise first thing.
Did that happen? No. At 5.30am something woke me up (probably the damn cat again, I love Maximus, but he drives me insane), and I struggled to get back to sleep. So when the alarm went off the only thing I could think was Hell no! I rolled over, turned it off, and went back to sleep.
And I’ve been feeling guilty about it all day long. I’m just so tired lately I don’t know what’s going on with me. This week I have struggled so much with exercising, and when I have done it, it’s been half arsed and I haven’t put my all into it like I should have and the guilt is pissing me off as much as the general tiredness is. I just want to cry.
I feel okay with my food, I still need to reign in a bit on my portion sizes, but my exercise is just crap! Crap. Crap. Crap. And I don’t know how to get myself moving and motivated so that I can meet my goals. (19.6kg gone in 13 weeks – not going to happen at this rate with my crapola exercising). So tonight I think I’m going to have a really nice early one, and hopefully I will feel all refreshed ready to do some exercise tomorrow morning and then play softball in the afternoon. I hope.