Do you ever feel that way? That you could go out and do wonderful and fun and healthy things... but in the end you elect to stay home and cultivate your couch-potato-ness? I hate it, but part of is just the plain facts of my life. Andrew and I both work. Willow is in elementary school now. By the time I get off work, pick up Willow and get home, I need to get dinner ready as soon as possible so that she has eaten and we can do some homework before she has to go to bed. And when she does get to bed, all I want to do is curl up on the sofa and read or knit. My house is cluttered - I live in fear of someone saying they are stopping by and will be there in fifteen minutes.
I know it isn't healthy. I have a stressful job, and of late it has become even more so. I need an outlet for this or else I am going to explode. I feel like I am reaching a point where my stress is boiling over into other areas of my life and it isn't fair to anyone involved.
I went to a water aerobics class after dinner tonight. And I feel good. I am sure my thighs are going to be mighty sore tomorrow, but for now I feel good.
(And I still had time to sit on the sofa and knit and watch 'Chuck' - you gotta love DVRs!)