I have done very little in the way of diet and exercise from the moment I stepped on the plane to Mexico back on May 25th. I thought I had finally conquered the laziness with my single-minded determination to get into the best shape of my life. I was wrong.
So here I sit, on August 13th, and my physical activity is laughable. My diet is an artery-clogging, cholesterol-raising joke. It is too hot to exercise outside, and after more than a year of Turbo Jam, I’m just not all that excited about indoor aerobics.
But enough of beating myself up. I have been doing some good things:
I swam twice last week. Actual swimming. Not much, but it’s something.
I play the Wii. Don’t laugh. I have backup that this is actually a calorie-burning workout! See?!?!
I still eat lots of salads.
I haven’t managed to gain back the weight I lost.
So there’s a silver lining in my black cloud. The truth of the matter is that it will take minimal effort to go back to my early-summer self. So why am I still so damn lazy???