Slugfest

I have no idea what is wrong with me but I just can't seem to get going. I lack any kind of motivation. I mean, I've always been lazy but this is at a whole new level.  The huge pile of clothes sitting on my couch agrees. My husband would agree too, because he informed me that he was almost out of underwear. And no matter how far behind I get, I usually try to make sure we all have clean drawers.

So this was kinda of an emergency deal. No underwear? What do we do? What do we do? Hubby throwing some in the washer wasn't on the list of options.  He had a very serious and debilitating reaction from his wedding band that wiped away any knowledge of how to operate the washing machine.  It's a pretty common side effect of marriage and while it's tragic, we try not to dwell on it too much.

I have been exercising again. But not consistently, like I need to be. I've had a couple of strength training days, then some cardio but with a day or two in between. I need to be doing something every single day. But something is better than nothing and I'll just have to work to get back on track.  But man, my slouthiness has really been getting in the way...

And so have my outrageous eating habits. I have no idea what is going on but I have been dumping all kinds of junk into my body. Like, I seriously need to stop now.  I'm going back to my calorie counter - not really to track calories but it does help to force me to think about it. Usually after it's already been consumed. But it's the difference between one donut and two. Or three.

Geez, if I would have know when I was picking my vices the challenges of being a stress eater,  I totally would have chosen to be a stress exerciser.  Unfortunately, I didn't read the fine print when I signed up for that deal...probably because it was covered in chip crumbs...