What’s that lump on the couch? Oh yeah. It’s me.

It’s been over a week since A Streetcar Named Desire closed. Since then, I’ve gone into a laziness phase. It’s not good. The activity of the show kept me on the move, which meant I was healthier in my pregnancy. I don’t want to be as intensely active as I was in the show (oh the aches and pains that came along with that!), but I also don’t want to turn into a couch potato. Oh, how I wish I was more self-motivated to exercise!

We have this wonderful treadmill in our basement. Recently, while moving some furniture, it was placed in such a way that I can’t use it. I know I can’t move it myself, but keep forgetting to make the request of my hubby (is it my subconscious way of maintaining my awful lazy behaviors?). A little treadmill time each day would undoubtedly be good for me. And perhaps some extra park time with the boys - though I have a hard time keeping up with them. I wish I had their energy!

So, basically I’m whining about how lazy I am. I would rather take a nap then exercise, rather play a sit-down game than take the boys to the park, rather eat ice cream than cottage cheese. I need help! I need accountability! I need motivation!

In the meantime… Facebook isn’t going to obsess over itself.