Lately, I have been a lump. Not completely. I work on Sundays and if I get 15 minutes at a time to sit down to myself it is a blessing... because usually I am jumping up to help #1 with math, #2 with reading, and #3 get a snack, sometimes within writing the same two sentence email... but for voluntary activity, this girl gets a failing grade.
For a while I was walking every morning. My neighbor and I had been walking a 2.5 mile route for about 2 months when things started getting hairy and stressed in our relationship. Which is fine... relationships wax and wane, but what I didn't like about it is I stopped walking. I really feel I need that extra person to get me going on any sort of physical routine. I have no motivation myself.
My main issue is, before this last two years, I have never needed anyone to help me get my butt up out of my house and move. Never. Maybe it was hitting 30 (6 mos ago), maybe it was #3 becoming super toddler (very likely actually), maybe it was the change in the weather with our bleak and cold summer, maybe it was homeschooling 3 kiddos. Maybe it is just the fact that I think about being active and don't actually do it. lol... I plan, and then don't act. But this year, I haven't even gardened. I planted things... and then let them do their own thing. I even mowed my pathway... I didn't weed it... I mowed it. I didn't even plant beans after my peas had died.
Nothing has changed... not even my pants size. I don't see that being true for many more years however. I can't imagine that being sedentary is good for anyone. But I am not 'sedentary'... I do things... just not active things.
I have always been a big "Earth Gym" kinda girl... the kind that takes lots of walks, that gardens in the sunlight, that likes good shoes so she can run in the rain.... but maybe I just need to get a gym membership or something.