Yesterday was an elliptical day. I reminded Lizzi to spend 30 minutes sweating and, in typical teenage fashion, she tried to come up with other (less exertive) alternatives.
I needed to work on the Fair poster so I had no patience with her alternatives. I shot them down and insisted she just get on the cursed machine. On she went, but I suspect she did an easy program. That’s OK, for right now. I just want her to do it.
How about me? Well I finished the poster then went straight to the meeting, then came home too late to do it. I was sure Lizzi noticed. When I tucked her in to bed that night I brought it up. I told her I was really proud of her for doing it, even though she didn’t want to. I pointed out that I did not get mine done. Then I promised to do my 30 minutes BEFORE having coffee.
You heard me. Before coffee.
Unfortunately, I overslept so I had to make lunches and drive Lizzi to school before exercising.
And before coffee.
I feel pretty good, I have always felt smarter when I have regular exercise in my life. Again — why is it so hard for me to get up and do it?
I won’t worry about that too much . I have my motivation now.