Morning
I'm sitting with my coffee staring out the front door knowing I should do some form of exercise before getting ready for work but I'm wearing a comfy robe to ward off the morning chill ( yes I said chill...45 degrees here in Central Texas this morning) and the kitties are taking turns draping themselves across my lap. I woke early this morning and couldn't go back to sleep due to ridiculous and unfounded anxious thoughts about work so now I'm feeling groggy and my stomach hurts as it so often does. The hands on the clock move closer to the final hour of my morning here at home and still I sit, unexercised. Last week I worked out four days in a row and on Friday I fully expected my clothes to fit looser but of course they didn't. That was depressing. I don't care what anyone says about exercising and diet and how it's better to lose weight slowly blah blah blah. I want instant results. I need them or I will just give up.
Good morning!
Here's my warm robe, coffee and Clark.
