I hate square one. Square one feels like failure. In any good board game, square one means that somewhere along the line you messed up.
This morning, that's where I found myself. Defeated. How did I get here?
Last summer I could walk 4 miles in an hour. I felt strong, powerful...amazing.
This morning, I was grateful when, after only 15 minutes of easy aerobics, Mini-Me needed help with her hair. Sweating like a hog and breathing like a bulldog, I helped her with her coif and returned to the workout. It went pretty much like this until it was time to leave for school. It took me and hour and 45 minutes to complete the entire 60 minutes of the tape. Pathetic.
I get that if I want to feel strong and powerful and amazing, I have to start somewhere. I get it. It just makes me mad that I let it go in the first place.
Square one...
What a shitty place to be.
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