I've misplaced something. And I've thought about it over and over...trying to figure out where I misplaced it. I had it, I really did. And I used it over and over, regularly, frequently.
Where has my motivation for the gym gone? I was such an avid go-er for a while. I enjoyed it, loved it, made me feel better. But it's disappeared. I know that there are cycles and times for everything and that I won't "feel" the same way about it every single day. But I'm not really a person who is feeling based and know full well that I have things to do in life even if I don't feel like it. I know all of that. And it's not like it's a long way away -- only about a five minute drive, a stinking mile and a third. And the yoga....the YOGA! I learned so much and enjoyed each of my yoga hours. And my hubby has fallen out of love with going as well....so that has removed my little extra bit of motivation.
It'll be back, I hope. And even if it's not, I still need to get back down there. I've developed this little right knee problem....it hurts. So, I'm being careful and am using it as a nice excuse to not go to the gym. And the funny part about that is that I'm not a person given over to excuses and bullshit and recognize it right away....and typically call myself, or anyone else, on it right away. The nice weather hasn't helped either...I'd rather pack my lunch and head to the nude beach for the day. That's the honest truth, I'm afraid.
So, I hope it'll be back. I trust that it will. And if it does, great! And if it doesn't, I need to find the wherewithal to do it anyway. Regardless of feeling.