Confession is good for the soul, but is it good for motivation? I confess I've been doing horribly. There, I said it. I’m still floating just below 200 and still off track. I know what works for me. I know what doesn't. I know what to do.
SO WHY CAN’T I JUST DO IT?
I have a list:
Eat less or don’t overeat. Sort of the same thing.
Don’t eat peanut butter except in small amounts less than half a tablespoon. Don’t ask.
Move more, preferably on the treadmill for at least 10 minutes every day. I’d like it to be a whole lot more, but I've got to start somewhere. Hopefully, it will be 30 to 45 minutes every day at one point or another.
Go to bed before 11:00 p.m. Why is this so hard? I know I am going to wake up between 6:30 and 7:00 a.m. so I should be able to go to bed at 11:00 for a good night’s sleep, right?
Life happens, fit the stuff on the list in anyway.
See, it’s not a bad list. I can do these things.
I haven’t been sleeping well. My bedroom is a construction zone while my husband replaces the carpeting with wood floor so we’re in the guestroom. It’s nice, it’s just not my bedroom. (No, this isn't an excuse, it's just one of those things that happen that I have to work around.)
The new floor is coming along.
I also have to pick a paint color. I’m horrible at picking paint colors. I end up picking beige. Granted there are many different shades of beige, but it’s still beige. I can’t decide anyway. Do I pick the one with more green tones or the gold tone beige or maybe one of the darker ones? Arrgh!
I’m adding to my list:
Pick a paint color.
(Don't know why all the pictures are sideways. That's never happened before, but I have a new computer and a new phone. Who knows?)