That didn't last long. I was honestly going to run this morning but when I felt the remnant of an achilles twinge left over from Friday, I didn't go.
This is the problem with me - the lack of motivation and the belief in my other mantra 'motivation follows action' - another blatant and oft-proved truism.
So, in the light of 'new year new me' (which has got off to a very shaky start) I will just get over myself and lose the stone in weight I seem to have put back on (thank you wine and chocolate. And bacon)
So here goes.
I will lose the 10 lbs I regained last year because that will tackle the depression and lack of self confidence. Also, I will embrace running and yoga to become as lithe, (well, as much as a short-arse can be lithe) supple and fit as I feel the person I am is.
Advanced grammar.
It's also pay day at the much-reduced rate thinks to going part-time. It's a massive pay cut. It might be the worst decision I've ever made - or it could make the whole self-improvement thing a doddle.
I hope I can convince myself it's the latter otherwise I will be whiling away my spare time watching Netflix and drinking wine. And that is not the person I believe I am deep down. (Problem is, that person is really, really deep down these days)
This is a wake-up call like no other. (Apart from the last few)
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