Will-power. What's that? No, seriously. I have none.
I make up excuses to not feel bad about not working-out or cleaning the house. Sigh... which only later leads to me feeling like poo. Physically and mentally.
The heat plus whatever my body is trying to do to stay energetic is not working... that, and my lack of will-power.
I purchased an elliptical. ALMOST done being built. I used it for the first time yesterday. The screen and electronic portions still need to be attached, so it was just me and this machine... organically.
It was there, waiting. I was pacing back and forth at the door to the room where it resides.
"No. I'll wait till it's fully put together" I told myself. I walked away.
As I sat and started to dig into the leftover icing from Abby's birthday cupcakes, I "grr'd". I can not believe I just made an excuse to NOT workout.
I've been complaining for the past two months because I haven't been able to exercise and now that the elliptical is finally at a place that I could just jump on and go until its completion... I make something up and sit down... on my big, fat fanny.
After that realization, I grabbed a water bottle and my shoes.
It was amazing to just be able to jump on. I didn't have to worry about putting on my eyebrows or that my shorts might make a fellow exerciser vomit cause of all the excess of... everything.
If this is what will-power feels like, I definitely need to order some!
I only said "hello" to my new friend for 30 minutes, but it made me sweat... and made me feel great. I think I'll name it "Mo", cause I want no mo thunder thighs!
I know Mo and I will be great friends. We'll have our ups and downs, our screaming matches and water fights... but in the end, she'll always have my back, er, butt.
Here's to you, Mo!
J to the Rizz O
("Mo")
