That's the kind of sound that escapes from my lips whenever I have to leave the comfort and safety of my bed. Or when I finally force myself to go to the gym. Or when I'm forced to climb up that hill to get to my university building. Ugh.
I've held off writing this post for a while, for a lot of reasons. The main one probably being that I don't want to sound like a complete and utter hypocrite. I've written posts on this blog about maintaining a healthy lifestyle, and shared my tips on how to stay fit, but for the last two months I've really not been feeling it to be honest. And I don't want to moan and complain about it, or discourage any of you budding athletes out there... but it's true.
If you're able to get up out of bed to go for a run every morning, then I applaud your resolve. I also wish I had it.
But I don't. Right now, I feel like a big lazy slob. And it kind of really sucks. I want to have the motivation to get changed into my gym clothes and walk to the gym not feeling as if I'm giving myself a two hour torture session. In fact, I just want to have the motivation to get to the gym to be honest, because I haven't even managed that much in the past month.
I don't really know what to do about it to be honest, which is probably the worst part. And you can hit me with the best advice in the world, but I don't think even that could change how I feel. I just don't really care that much. I want to have the flat belly, I just don't want to do the work involved to get me there. And I want nice, toned legs that don't wibble and wobble with every step I take when I wear a skirt, but to be frank I can't really be arsed.
Surely I'm not the only one who feels like this? I want to be healthy, and I crave to be as fit and active as my friends, but I lack the motivation and determination. Why should I go out for a jog when I could lay in bed and watch reruns of Celebs Go Dating?
I always have some kind of excuse for it too. I'm too tired. I've had a long day. I was out late last night. I've got a lot of work to do. I've barely been at home all week, I need to rest. I'll go tomorrow. I'll go next week. Maybe next month. I'm just too busy. I have more important things to do...
But it all boils down to one big fat problem; I can't be arsed. And I don't really care enough to change that.