fall seven times stand up eight.
I have had so many downfalls every time that I’ve made it back to the gym this year. And I don’t even have words for this year, really. I thought 2015 was bad.. but… it that had nothing on 2016. Nothing. Yet, we’re here and we’re happy, and still trying.
Anyhow. The hardest thing I used to know was to find the motivation to actually go to the gym, or do something good for myself. Why? I don’t know because it should be the easiest and kindest thing we could do to ourselves, yet we just make it so hard. Nowadays, and after all the spokes in the wheels, it feels like the most definite and certain thing to do when I have the time and have a stable health. I used to find it hard to drag myself to the gym in the beginning of workout-days, yet now I feel happy and appreciate when I can do so. It’s always the first steps that are the hardest, but once you get the wheel going, you’ll be feeling so good for doing it.
So this morning I got up earlier to get a feel of whether my body would let me go or not, and I’m SO going. AD’s still sleeping and luckily I have my mother-in-law who can keep an eye on her for 1-2 hours. I’m gonna go kicking it, POWER.Did anyone watch the “White Helmets” last night, by the way? Still recommending it.