You come back to me always anyway.

Working out. Oh, god. Working out. This picture was taken last night after I all but dragged myself to go outside and get some cardio in with my Mom. We started out at a pretty fast paced walk and I knew I needed to kick in gear so I picked up my pace and started to run. 

The whole point of going to my Mom's after work was to exercise. But as soon as I walked through the door, I sat on the couch and decided I'd play games on my ipad (hello, I don't even have games on my ipad/iphone; I was downloading them. Obvious avoidance). Then I convinced my Mom it was too overcast and creepy looking outside and that it was about to pour (yeah, a few hours later there wasn't a drop in sight). Then it was "too late" and "too dark". Annoyed my by own excuses I packed up my stuff and dragged myself to the bathroom to change out of my work clothes. 

The weather was nice. So breezy and cool. There were quite a few people in the neighborhood running and walking so it didn't feel scary and/or dangerous. Besides my Mom lives in a crazy quiet (safe?) neighborhood. I was so agitated that I hadn't gotten off my behind earlier and done this. And why did I let almost TWO weeks slip by without it?? I am my own worst enemy. 

I keep telling myself I want to be more healthy. I want to put good things in my body and I want to be strong and fit. Well, hello, Alex. You gotta fight, girl. This isn't going to be easy and just when I think I "got the hang of it" I decide I can take a day or two off and it'll be ok. Wrong. I'm not at the point yet. I can't be trusted. A day or two off can get me in big trouble and send me back to square one. 

I'm so envious of all the people this comes naturally to or who have been taught since childhood to be active. I think as a mexican-american and growing up with my grandparents, I wasn't taught to be active at all. If I didn't want to do something I didn't have to. Food was the center of my world and I was constantly being made food because I was "growing".  And I was often babied. Well, even at 26 I'm still babied. It may also be because I'm an only child. Either way. 

Anyway. So, tonight was golden. Perfect in every way after those two miles. And I told myself it will happen again tomorrow. And again. And again. 

When I came home I cleaned and took a shower and got into warm pjs. Also hung out with this little furry girl:

I LOVE when she lays with her legs straight out like that. It cracks me up every time. And in this particular picture it looks like she's purposely sticking her butt out. Oh, Olive. 

Ok, I'm done rambling. Truth be told, it's 2:39am and of course normal people are asleep. So what do I do? Blog, duh.