It's almost a month since Ramadan ended and honestly, the blessed month has lulled me into a routine that I'm finding very difficult to get out of. Well, with the exception of the eating. It's the fracking eating that's killing me!! Well, actually... no. Now that I think about it, it's not so much the eating because I've been good and sticking to the healthy stuff. It's the fracking LACK OF exercise. Yes that's it! And it's gotten to the point where I've picked up 2kg's since Ramadan ended and this Kardashian backside is driving me CRAZY!!! I wish I could just cut it all off. Yes, just CUT. it. all. OFF!
And still for some reason, I just can't seem to find the motivation or energy to get back into my routine. I used to exercise for an hour at least five days a week- even in the middle of winter. And not just easy peasy stuff that your grandma can do while she's crocheting another doily and drinking her tea. I really went for it with the High Intensity Training y'know. I'd end off DRENCHED in sweat, knowing that I'd done more than my fair share for the day.
But now, things are different. There used to be a time when I'd tell myself that I'll just start on Monday. I used to love that Monday excuse. And I usually did start on Mondays. And I usually succeeded too. But this time around, Monday is telling me to piss off with my sad-ass excuses and the result is that it's been almost two months since I stepped up to the plate. Maybe there's more to it than just not having the will power to go back there. Maybe it's because I know how I'm going to DIE during the first three days of training...
Unfortunately though, I have to be realistic. For me just eating healthily isn't enough. I only have to LOOK at a plate of chips to gain 12kg's. This means that I HAVE to exercise, whether I like it or not. My body type is such that when I don't exercise... even if it's just taking a walk... I feel edgy and irritated. It actually affects my personality. Yes it does. So yes, I have to do it. I know I have to do it. I just have to get started dammit!
And I can't help but wonder if I'm the only one feeling so frumpishly frustrated? Yep, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one with newly acquired back-fat. Now I feel all lonely with nothing but my little blob of back-fat to keep be company, and a fat ass driving me absolutely bonkers. Maybe I should start fasting again... full-time.