I'm trying very hard to get off my self-loathing kick. I didn't eat well yesterday and I am trying to just get over it. I've planned out my eating today, and I am hoping I can stick to it. I have decided that I am not going to look at the scale when I weigh in at the doctor next week. Not for denial purposes, but for sanity preservation.
I have been thinking a lot about exercise lately. I would really love for it to become a "fun" part of my life. The kind of thing I decide to do when I am bored, something I look forward to doing. Something that makes me feel good because I am pushing myself to do things that, maybe, I didn't think I could. It's hard for me to feel motivated to start this journey of pushing myself when 6 months pregnant and feeling like a moose. However, maybe this is just the right time. I'm sitting here, feeling like I "can't" exercise, I "can't" feel as though I am in better shape. Isn't that exactly what I am looking for? I don't know. I feel tired and whale-like. I wish I had someone to motivate me to workout, but frankly, I don't. I can't get hubby to work out. Helping him to eat better only really works when I can do it myself. So, he certainly isn't motivation right now.
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