Well, like everything else in my pathetic life, my attempt at getting back into an exercise regime has completely failed. I really don't have the desire. I'm tired of being out of shape but I can't convince myself to do anything about it.
Work is just one frustrating event after another. I'm sick of dealing with the pettiness of the employees I'm supposed to manage. I'm a hands-off style manager and rarely ask much of them. But right now, I need to reassign some responsibilities and I've ru
I've been so weary as of late. I got home from work last night with every intention to go for a walk. Sat down in my recliner "for a minute" and Ziva the cat jumped into my lap. I woke with a start 90 minutes later and it was dark outside. No walk.
Today I walked 4 blocks to a mailbox and back to send a letter to a friend in prison. I skipped work this afternoon and napped for an hour, again with Ziva. After that I was able to shove my carcass out the door and go for about a 1/2 mile walk.
I have made so many false starts towards getting myself back into shape. To think, I was in such great condition only five years ago. Now I'm a sugar-addicted blob that sits in a recliner most of its "free time." At work, the same blob sits at a desk all day.
Somewhere along the line, I developed an aversion to sweating. Part of that is from not wanting to stink at work. Part of it is that even walking a short distance has me huffing and puffing like a worn out steam locomotive. I'm also se