Motivation, wherefore art thou?
I think I’ve lost it. Motivation to get up and do much of anything. Don’t get me wrong, I folded a batch of laundry, my sheets are currently in the dryer, and I’ve cleaned out a shelving unit (just in case my coworker comes back to purchase it, I hope she does). But I need to get up and go outside. Or do a workout video. I need to get my body moving so I can burn off every ounce of unhealthy that I consume this weekend.
For some reason Sundays have this effect on me. Last week I went out with the boys and, although we walked around a bit, I didn’t do any sort of regimented workout. Fortunately I was able to muster up the motivation to work out come Monday, but Sunday was a wash. Now there are some other reasons associated with today’s lack of desire to move, (Adeel left, our big brunch this morning, stress over moving, etc.) but they are just excuses. And boy am I full of them at the moment.
Sigh. Where is my dinosaur when I truly need him?!
Do you know how I feel? How do you overcome a case of the lazy Sundays?