ugh. I'm back on track with my exercise. I found the strength to get up at 7:30 yesterday morning for my exercise class. I SO did not want to go, and almost turned off the alarm, but I did it!

And boy, am I aching today.
I need to remember something another member said awhile back... something to the effect of:
Even when I don't want to exercise (and that's most of the time), I just DO it, though even as I'm tying my shoelaces I'm thinking, "I hate this! I don't want to do it!" And then I've done it, and it's over, and it's okay that I didn't want to do it. I feel good when it's over, and I've done something postitive for my body.
I think that's where I (and many of us) get hung up about exercising. I keep thinking that some day I'm going to wake up and think, "I LOVE exercising! I can't WAIT to get on the treadmill!"

Well, I just don't know that that's ever going to happen. And you know, that's okay! I hate doing a lot of things, but I do them anyhow, because they're good for me!
Sorry... didn't mean to go off on a tangent.
Keep up the great work, ladies!!
