I was trying to think of something to blog about when I was reminded of all I have to do. Why is it that the list never gets shorter? Why is it when I have a little bit of time to just sit I feel guilty and have to get up to do something? Perhaps it is the stress that actually holds me together.
If I'm always moving why can't I seem to lose any weight? I'm not terribly unhappy with the way I look, but I find that the older I get things that enter my mouth find their way to my hips a lot more quickly. I don't have time to exercise; well, I think it is that I lack the motivation. Maybe it is that if I spend 30-45 minutes on the treadmill I subconsciously consider that time wasted because I'm not getting other things done. I know I need to exercise, especially since I love to eat. Why can't I have a lack of motivation to eat?