Its awful having to get into skimpy, bulge revealing clothes on a winter morning
Its horrible getting home, nearly paralysed from exertion, and having to start your housework.
I loathe getting sweaty and exhausted.
I hate the time it takes to get even marginally fit.
You know, when you've allowed yourself to get to the point where you gasp for breath after 5 mins on the lowest gear on the bike?
And when 10 repeats with the smallest of weights is too much?
But I LOVE being fit and strong.
I remember the feeling well
I want it back
But tackling my advanced unfitness looms like a dark high mountain before me.
So I keep putting it off.
And thats dumb.
I'm trying to psyche myself up to start pilates
"Just pick up the phone, allie - just do it," I tell myself.
Lets see if I will listen to me this week.
No smug comments allowed.
Motivating, encouraging stuff - thats what i need, ok?