According to the doctors, they have finally got my thyroid
medicines back under control again. This should now make the weight loss battle
something that will actually work in my favor with effort in the exercise and
diet arena of course. I am completely confident in my attraction to the idea of the exercise thing being totally
not a big deal and getting out and doing some hiking on some of my favorite
local trails. I also tend to then have the idea
that I will magically find the energy and motivation to work out in hotel gyms.
Working out in a gym just is so absolutely barfy to me that there is no way I am
pushing myself to get in there. In fact, the hotel bar and a good book always
looks like far better option and ends up winning.
My mind will frequently drift back to my cute little baby
girl at home and how I miss her. And I am thinking about her own physical
struggle, not unlike every baby’s struggle, of learning how to navigate the
difficult task of crawling and walking. It is hard, there is no denying that,
but we keep encouraging her to try and get better at it and continue to do it
even though she wants to give up. So why can’t I do the diet and exercise
thing, for her? It doesn’t set a very good example and I feel like a hypocrite when
I really stop and think about it.
So even though travel is nuts lately, I am going to try. I
am going to try hard. If not only for my own health and not feeling like a
hypocrite mommy, so that I will stop having dreams about my husband wanting to
get rid of me and never be intimate again. I should clarify that he has never
ever made me feel that way, it is just my obvious subconscious giving me bad
dreams because of my poor self esteem right now.
Either way, we just gotta do it.
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