I know how to exercise.
I know I am capable of pushing myself.
I have just been so damn inconsistent.
I've been staying with the boy at his place for the last month and some. Fat and happy? In love and blind to the time passing by. I'm home this weekend. I have ambitions for working out every morning. Productive lists are made. It's nice to have that even though I'm still split into two different worlds, a suitcase/closet at each.
My trip to Idaho was great. It was a food fest. I also maintained a decent amount of activity while I was out there. Getting back, my fitbit told me I was lazy for about 3 days and since then it's been the usual varying levels of activity... a day of 14,000 steps, 3 days of 5,000 - 7,000. The goal being 10,000. Really, again, consistency. How hard is it to go outside and take a short 30 min walk if you haven't reached your steps at the end of the day!? You'd think I was climbing a mountain or writing a dissertation or something with the avoidance and excuses I make.
Consistency. Make a commitment and stick to it, Nanette.
I commit tomorrow to accomplish the following...
- Go to the laundromat and get everything cleaned.
- Go to the drugstore and buy a new toothbrush.
- Go to the gym and do 30 min on the elliptical.
- Buy a USB to USB cable and save my old computer info.
- Go to the acupuncture appointment on time.
- REACH 10,000 steps.
Big Fat Love,
P.s. New Headshots in Idaho.
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