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If you're tired of starting over, stop giving up

I can't actually remember where I read that quote, but it stuck with me. Long enough to make me find a pen and write it down; a sticky reminder next to my computer that it is time, (again), to get physical.

Reading this post made me feel better about my chronic stopping and starting, or at least not so alone. 

One would think that with the vanity I possess, (and try to keep at bay), exercising would be a constant and regular activity. And certainly the benefits that I receive, (beyond admiring my naked self), the relief from the dark and kinetic thought patterns that trouble me of late, would inspire me to get up and start moving.

At heart, I like to sit on my ass. I like to read, I like to make things, and I certainly like to watch my current obsessions, and all of that nonsense about it taking 21 days to create a habit? I can habitually workout for 48 days and on the 49th, when life gets in the way, I stop, without a guilty conscience or nary a look back. 

It's figuring out how to continue with the momentum of regular, weekly, workouts through the horrendous periods, the I've had a late night and I'm exhausted, my kid is off from school and won't stay home alone excuses that fall quickly from my lips, as I'm heating up the kettle for another cup of tea, queuing up the latest episode in my DVR.

This isn't the first time I've written a post about exercise, and lord knows I would love if it were the last one of this type, but I'm realistic. Suffice to say, I won't make any declarations, (I've made them all before), other than I know what I need to do.