I haven't written in so long. Probably all of the people who I was worried about seeing this blog have completely forgotten that I have it. Hopefully anyway.
So. I've lost my addiction to working out. I don't like that. I feel myself slipping away, ever so slowly. Not just slipping away from working out, but from being healthy in general. I don't want to be fat again, though you could probably argue that I am already.
I'm so sad. I don't know what to so about it. I feel the fire periodically, but it's usually on days that I've already worked out (I just want to workout again), or on days when I cannot workout for whatever reason.
School has started back for the husband and kids and I find myself overloaded with things to do for everyone. I'm volunteering in one classroom, plus PTO stuff. I have 3 appointments a week -- two for my (still) injured shoulder and one for the shrink. Neither can be dropped. Not that those take much time, but when factoring in other things, it just adds up.
My workout schedule isn't set like it used to be anymore. The husband took over mornings and now I'm finding that I have to fit it into my regular day... and I'm just not. If I'm being 100% honest, I'm only working about 4 days a week and that's just weightlifting. For awhile, I was biking, but I've stopped that for some reason.
My depression isn't so hot lately either. I don't want to do anything, despite having so much to do. Then I wonder if it's b/c I have so much to do that my depression is worse.
