The Second Week

I’m tired already. I’m not starting strength training until tomorrow and I’m tired. I want to sleep all the time. I don’t want to clean, I don’t want to work, I don’t want to walk the dog. I want to sit. And watch terrible t.v. shows. I feel compelled to watch “Antiques Roadshow” every time I catch it. I am thrilled for the old white dudes who bring in their WWII memorabilia that is worth thousands of dollars simply because they labeled it. Sheesh. Tomorrow is Christmas and I don’t even care. I am thinking about the 3 mile run I have to do and how I plan for it to be easy. I regret not putting up a tree for the kitties to climb, but in the end, I am more worried about the dog getting enough exercise and making sure I don’t try to bust ass tomorrow. All this, and I don’t even have a sponsor. What the hell is wrong with me?!?