Ok — all you people who got up at 5 a.m. to shower, shave (face, leggs, whatevah) and get ready to hit the road on your daily commute to work — all you people may hate me!
But it’s a struggle to get motivated for work when you can sleep late and slog around in the early morning. I’m at my desk, I’ve checked my email, I have a client with a brochure that simply has to get to the printer today and there are still edits to be made! I was planning on going into the “real” office but – the bridge off the Cape is still under construction, and why should I waste the time and the gas — even with my new car? — so I am staying put and working from my home office.
The down side — and there is one — is that I must be self-disciplined…. I must stay at my task and not be tempted to go for a walk, drive to the store, slip out under the radar and head to the gym for another turn on the treadmill — Those of you who know me well, know, in fact that I need to be kicked off this computer and dragged into the street to get some fresh air. That’s the real problem. Once I sit my fat bum on this chair it’s a chore to get me up and moving.
I noticed when I was resting in my bed last night that “Lila” the food baby— that bulge in my middle that is nothing but fat— is growing by leaps and bounds. I am turning into “Lila” the food blob! I wonder if humiliation will make me change my tune?
Suppose you and I, dear reader, make a pact. I promise to exercise – some how, and will write about it. And you, keep me to my promise. Just by saying I will write each day about whatever exercise I manage to squeeze in, might be just the motivation I need.
You don’t have to do anything. You don’t even have to comment. You can even delete the email alert. All the focus is on my end to announce my intention and to do it. Yahoooeeee.
Well, now I’m exhausted. I think I’ll rest for a while. Where did I put that chocolate bar?