OK, I admit it. I’ve slipped up lately. The routine of exercising with my kids has been side-tracked. They lost interest quickly and have gone on to other things. So I guess I sort of took my lead from them and ‘conveniently’ forgot to do the exercises as devoutly as I was doing them a few weeks back.
My husband is trying to jolly me on though, as he’s really into his core muscle group routine and his bad back has been behaving itself well as a result. I know he means well, but it all feels like added pressure on me. I was doing well for a while, but exercise was never really been part of my daily life in the past, and I guess I’m slipping into old ways again. Admitting to that can make me feel a bit down on myself and alone with the struggle, as others I hear about seem to stick with exercise longer than I ever do.
I played a favourite track in the kitchen the other day and my kids and I started dancing to it. That cheered me up a bit, but the dancing led to wet knickers. The wetness felt like a poke in the arm to remind me that I need to get back to the squeezes. A part of me knows this stuff, but another part of me seems to keep me from acting on it. Finding a way to fire myself up to do it - that’s the hard part.
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