A sunny but cold day here, but I’ll take it! Snowpocalypse is on the way, slated to hit
tomorrow night into Thursday Thursday afternoon into Friday, with up to 12 inches (ick) of the white stuff predicted. I guess I’ll be getting a few supplies, though I don’t really need much. As long as there’s bread, soup, and yogurt (and apples and cheese and coffee), I’ll be okay. Heaven knows there’s always plenty to do, too, so I’m not at all concerned about boredom.
I dithered around yesterday, putting off my workout. I “didn’t feel like it,” which is a pretty common excuse for a lot of folks, but eventually got around to it last evening, and wondered why I waited so long, because it felt so darn good. I did my weights routine followed by a 20-minute yoga routine for complete beginners, and slept like a baby afterward.
Though the yoga felt great, I had to conclude that I am a sadly non-bendy person. My flexibility is almost nil, but I’m not without hope of becoming somewhat more flexible with time and practice. That’s the nice thing about getting up and moving–the more you do, the more you can do. I’m going to keep at it, even on the days I don’t feel like it. That’s sort of what grown-ups do, right?
I have a long way to go on this journey toward health and well-being, but I’ve made a good start, and I don’t want to give up this time. The efforts are worth it. I’m worth it. And I can do this.