I let too many days go by without exercising and yesterday I started up again. Oh my, oh my, oh my. If it were Halloween I would fit right in with my impersonation of Frankenstein. I'm walking like I have shoes made of bricks!
I was doing so well too. I found a program I liked (Well, it worked better than any exercise regime I'd ever done so that's my interpretation of "liked" - "Brazil Butt Lift Review - Let's Try This Again") and I stuck to a schedule. But when the cold, wet weather starts in the lovely ol' Pacific Northwest I kind of go the route of a bear, I just want to get cozy and sleep. I don't exercise as much, Cheez-Its are my friend and I think by eating Progresso Light soup I'm sticking to a diet. However, my stomach hanging over my favorite pair of Levi's say something different. "Get moving!"
I'm back on the exercise wagon, or better yet, "treadmill". And I really shouldn't have stopped. It gets so %&$!#@ hard to lose weight/get firm the older you get! GAH! But, I won't be discouraged. It's better to move than not. Ibuprofen, here I come.
Have you fallen of the exercise wagon?