I woke up this morning ready to tackle the day... ok I lie. I woke up to my little boy in my face asking me for milk and cereal. I tried to tell him it was too early (7:30am) and to go back to bed... that didn't work so I had to get up.
I got the kids ready and took them to daycare so I could spend the good day cleaning and making this house sparkle. Well it isn't sparkling yet but I have made some progress.
I got back home, had my protein shake and took my vitamins (which I sweat when I try to take them because they are HUGE!). I decided that my butt was healed enough to get on my bike and try it out. I figured, I'll just go around the block once and then come home and clean.
I LOVE riding a bike. I never thought I'd get back on a bike. NEVER! I tried a few years ago and couldn't do it (because I was fat and out of shape and had no leg muscles what so ever).
I went for about 30-45 minutes (forgot to see what time it was when I left). Then came home and watched Dr. Oz (love him).
So now I sit with a partially clean house, laundry to be done, dishes to clean, and all I want to do is get back on my bike and ride far far away (even if it is crazy hot outside).
Why am I so motivated to work out, eat right, and lose weight? Why can't I be this motivated to clean the darn house? I hate cleaning, I've always hated cleaning. My body starts getting sleepy every time I try to get up and clean.
And on that note... I guess it's time to get up and finish... or try to finish cleaning for the day before getting the kids from daycare.