I have a list of "blog topics" piling up in an email I send to myself every so often. I have the intentions of writing about things that are on my mind and then don't ever follow through. I feel like I have thousands of thoughts bottled up but I don't have the time to let them out.
No matter how much running around I do I can't (and don't) make everyone happy. I often feel I'm being pulled in several directions, and I don't even have kids yet. My relationships with the people in my life are very important to me, and I never feel "caught up." I also hate feeling like I'm disappointing friends/family.
I've fallen off the wagon with exercise (again.) My problem is I have no desire to do it---ever. I need someone to show up at my doorstep and make me do it, I just don't want to (and shouldn't) pay what it costs to have a trainer. I should be able to get my ass moving on my own. I want a flatter stomach and less flabby arms and it's not going to happen by just "thinking about" exercise. Why can't I be one of those people that "love running"---or are they all just lying?
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