Hello Dear Readers,
I'm ba-ack! The parental unit set off on their journey back to northern climes this morning, leaving me with a fridge full of fattening leftovers, three repaired toilets (yay for free plumbing!), and a newly fertilized and weeded garden. I tried to draw the line when my mom wanted to iron my clothes, but my parents like to feel useful when they're here. Obviously, I am clearly drowning in a backlog of housework, yard work, and just plain ol' work-work.
I'm a little concerned about how difficult it's going to be to get back on track. There's been several late nights, way too much unhealthy eating, and absolutely no work on the novel (although I did have to write at least one freelance story each evening during my parents' visit, hence the late nights). Ordinarily, I would use this interruption of routine as an excuse to blow off the entire week and start anew on Monday. The only problem with that plan is that Monday never comes. At least, not the Monday where I bounce out of bed promptly at six a.m., ready to write five chapters and run a few miles before work. My circumstances are never going to be perfectly aligned with my goals, so I need to learn how to accomplish my objectives in spite of my less-than-perfect situation. Anyone have any tips for squeezing more time out of the day?
Saw a story today that really inspired me. Ernestine Shepherd started body building in her sixties because she didn't like the way she looked in a swimsuit. Now she can bench press 150 pounds and run marathons. And she looks amazing, of course. You would never guess she's in her seventies.
If that isn't enough, I watched a man on The Biggest Loser finish a 5km jog yesterday. This man weighs 330 pounds! The distance he jogged yesterday is the very same The Boy and I are signed up to do on the 16th.
Both Ernestine and Michael are living proof that it never is too late to get in shape, and that there really are no excuses for not looking and feeling our best. Who would have ever suspected that a man weighing over 500 pounds (Michael's starting weight) could jog? Or that a seventy-three year old woman could bench press more than people half her age? If that isn't inspiring, I don't know what is.
Please post your best tips for prying your butt from the couch!