It's Monday, Again.

So, Monday came and went. Now it's here again. The problem is, I don't really have a plan. I just kind of say I do. So starting tomorrow, Monday, again, I am getting up at 6:30 every morning to work out in my home gym. Oh yes, I am so lucky to have a home gym. The decor is beautiful and motivating, the equipment is clean and inviting. It smells so ni.....what the hell is that? Dang it dog, did you poop on my gym floor? I know you had to go out, but I am blogging here. "Clean up in the home gym", I say to my husband in my best checkout girl voice.

Where was I? Oh yes, home gym. It doubles as our family room. But it has a very large T.V. and a great sound system which I am sure will be so motivating at 6:30 in the morning. I bet you have a home gym too. Aren't we all so fanatically lucky?

If possible, could you please remind me tomorrow that yes, those pants do make my butt look big, so I will be motivated once again to answer the 6:30am wake up call on Tuesday.

Thanks, you're awfully sweet!

It Weighs Heavily...

The laptop was on the floor to my right.  I bent down to pick it up and realized that my belly fat was making it very hard to do so.  When did I get so fat? It has been so gradual I didn't even notice.  Now what? Make a goal, lose some weight.  It sounds so simple.  Eat less, exercise more.  When do I start? Tomorrow? Monday? Oh, the ever occuring Monday.  I'll do it Monday.  That gives me the whole weekend to eat.  Eat at Chili's, YUM. I can also sit on my butt and not think about exercise. For a whole weekend.  Then comes Monday.  I guess I'll start then.