Exercise: I am not

I had gotten my butt back in gear this summer with my fabulous plan.

I dropped my kids off at their respective summer activities and then I strapped on my iPhone and went for a run. I averaged 4 very slow miles up and down Chattanooga's famous hills. I was doing great, feeling fine, getting my legs back. My knee was only bothering me on occasion and I was sweating like a beast. I didn't mind that it was 8:30 and 92 degrees. I just thought about running when it was cool.

 

 

 

 

I was back.

Then.

We started renovations and I started a new job.

Exercise became more sporadic. 

This week....

It died.

I was feeling guilty, but then I thought about it.

I can take a week (or 10 days) off and not fall off the wagon.

I can eat healthy and maintain my weight. (The real reason comes to light!)

So what, I am getting bat wings. 

Big deal,  I feel slug like. 

 

My life will not fall apart.

 

Unless....

 

I don't get back to it on Monday.