I wish I could be motivated to exercise.
I wish I could love it the way my friends who post pictures of their races finishes and beach bodies are able to love it.
I wish I wasn't too tired all of the time.
I wish there was a flip that I could switch where I don't have to shove myself to the gym every day and, instead, go because I enjoy it.
I do enjoy it for a few days when I start. Then I few days more once I'm there. Then something happens. I get injured or life gets in the way or something else pops up and just makes it so tough to get going. Last time it was a nasty bug that stole my energy for weeks. By the time it was gone, so was my resolve.
I want to be active. More than that, I want to want to be active.
More than that, I want to be motivated to do it and not have that motivation dwindle at the mere sight of a couch to nap on when I'm so damn mentally exhausted.
Can I have my teenage metabolism back, please?
As always, it's hip to be square, kids.