I’m not sure what motivates me but I need motivation!
I’m feel ick, I feel like I look ick…
And I’ve been channeling dirty hippy for months.
I realized this yesterday when I looked at my hair in the mirror. My hair is my crowning glory. Blonde, straight, thick, long, healthy… I pride myself on this. But alas, step one of the summer of dirty hippy was getting my hair darkened. What?! Summer is for bright blonde. Also for having a tan – which I haven’t…
So I requested low lights to help me stop looking so pale. I finally found my ‘tan/bronze’ base make-up about July but the scarcity that I’ve been using foundation is frightening.
So I look in the mirror yesterday and see… jacked up bent fuzzy pieces of hair, bangs twisted into a bobby-pin, pony tail with fuzzy ends and waves. Um, eek! I showered the night before and slept in a bun in hopes of waves/curls (which I’ve never been able to achieve). Well, it didn’t work and I ended up looking unkempt, like I don’t own a brush or flat iron.
And the make-up yesterday – nill. Age spots and freckles were abundant. Thank goodness for recycled eyeliner and fake lashes.
I need to pull it together.
I need to wake up early.
I need more hours in the day.I need a spray tan! (this is attainable)
I need to lose this belly that says, I’m a mother of 6.
Ideas for motivation:Work 6 hours a day
Work-out 2 hours a day
Only after working out… I am allowed to watch 3 hours of tivo while laying on the couch.
Yes, this sounds perfect!
About lunchtime, upon this dirty hippy recognition, I decide I am definitely working out tonight! TONIGHT damn it.
4pm – sinuses and throat burning
5pm – dying to lay down6 pm – definitely getting sick
7 pm – lay on the couch in work-out clothes determined
8 pm – take Dixie out and wander over to the neighbors where she drugs me to high heaven
9 pm – go to bed alone. Dixie just ate and I can't risk having to wake up at 4am to take her out feeling like this.
Good night. No work out… again.