It's been three weeks since the last time I rode my bike (or ran or walked further than the park at the end of our street).
My little hand weights are dusty. I forget what the annoying background music on Tracy Anderson's DVD sounds like.
Time to start moving again...
Tasks like sorting laundry or climbing the stairs have left me tired all week.
I've only cooked one meal for our family (and it was kind of a fail) because I just haven't been feeling it (I did manage to make some good pancakes for the kids at least).
Like I said, time to start moving again.
I listened to my body when it said calm the eff down...
Now I'm heeding its plea to move your lazy ass!