I worked out on purpose yesterday.
It felt great. Now I'm a little sore, but I kind of like the feeling. I thought that after how simple it was to take a small chunk of my day to do some pilates, I would be better motivated today to continue and work on creating a habit.
Oh how the forces of laziness work against me.
Let's just say that after eating lunch, I decided to wait a while to let my food settle.
Then it was "Oh, I'll just finish watching this CNN story about the psychological effects of the violence in Iraq on Iraqi children's intellectual development."
After that I decided that I should work on another goal I have -- reading "Emma."
Two pages into a chapter I zonked and didn't wake up until Eric got home from running.
So much for being nice to my body today!
The problem is that I let these "good" things take the place of what I'd really needed and wanted to do. It all goes back to the whole "good, better, best" talk from Elder Oaks in conference last year. CNN reports aren't bad, and neither is "Emma," but I really, really need to take better care of my body, and I know that.
So, the goal is to get up early tomorrow and do one of the ten-minute workouts on the DVD I got from the library in my newfound determination. I'm thinking that if I can get myself to wake up earlier to work out, then I'm for sure determined enough to continue--very few things can entice me to wake up earlier!
If, when you see me next, I have nicely defined abs, you'll know I succeeded and you can congratulate me.
Otherwise, tell me I'm going to be crippled with arthritis at 40 if I don't start doing something.
