In sugar, anyhow. Having been diagnosed with prediabetes several years ago you’d think I’d know better, but I don’t. I give in to the cravings. *sigh*
Why do some people find it so easy to eat well and exercise often and others, like me, don’t even think about it? Or we think about it and put it off, save it for another day, or we’ll be good for awhile and then go back to all the bad habits…
I need a personal trainer, a personal chef and a personal lifestyle coach or something. ugh. People to keep me out of the kitchen, in the gym and off my butt. Surely I can write while striding on a treadmill!
I could swim. It’s even free, if you don’t count the gas money to drive there. Every time I go I’m the only adult with my two kids, so I end up having to hover around X. And lately he hasn’t been wanting to move from the shallow end. It’s very frustrating.
I could walk. It’s free too, and my neighborhood has sidewalks. The weather’s pretty nice. I have to take X. He walks slowly. So I walk slowly. And feel like falling asleep as I walk. It’s frustrating too.
How do any moms get in shape while having kids? If you have any suggestions I’d love to hear them. I’ve tried pilates videos at home, and invariably throw my back out when I do them. I’ve tired bellydancing videos at home, but after one of my daughter’s friends laughed at me while I was doing one, I feel awkward doing it. Kids can be so cruel.
This is a pity party. It’s following my sugar-binge day yesterday. Tomorrow will probably be yet another day of self destructive behavior and then I’ll get over it. Or not. Who knows? The winter doldrums are here?
Today’s the shortest day of the year. Winter Solstice. I’m stuck in a halfway place where I want to celebrate Solstice with rituals and festivities but I also treasure my Christian based Christmas celebrations. What to do? I can’t reject all of my families’ traditions. They mean something to me beyond any religious holiday. Then again, I’m not sure the Solstice can qualify as a religious holiday for me.
I’m not atheist, I don’t think I’m agnostic….pretty sure I’m not Christian. But I’m not sure what I am. Another source of frustration for me.
