Mondays are rough, particularly when it feels like Friday was just yesterday. The beginning of the week brings about a case of “I don’t want to”: I don’t want to get out of bed, I don’t want to go to work, and I certainly don’t want to go work out. Sunday didn’t really feel like a rest day or day of rest for us. While we didn’t go to the gym, we didn’t get to lounge around either (we were busy tackling other things – a.k.a. life). In my dreams, 3-day weekends would be a thing.
But we must soldier on! We dragged ourselves to the gym because we are really trying to commit to our commitment. Working out is not ingrained in us yet, so it still feels like a chore. Maybe this feeling will change one day? Let’s hope. Right now feelings of guilt are attached to working out, as in, if I don’t go, I’ll feel bad. I’m hoping that’ll switch to, I want to go work out because I enjoy it. A girl can dream a lot of things…
30 Day Life Challenges 