Excuses, excuses

I'm in a bit of a slump right now. I was doing very fabulously, eating well, exercising lots, looking good. And then something happened. I'd like to say that I know what it was, but unfortunately, I don't seem to be that self-enlightened. Whatever it was, its aftermath has left me lying on the couch, scarfing donuts, surfing channels, and ignoring the big piles of laundry that are threatening to take over my living room. And suddenly, my size fives are a little too snug.

So what is it that I think happened? Well, I think it was the weather. Very Canadian of me, I know. But really. It is supposed to be spring, and it's just not. Alright, it is, but it isn't the kind of spring I like. I like my spring served with a side of sunshine, and an order of tulips. Instead, it's all doused with neverending rain. And, I'm ashamed to admit it - but I am a weather wimp. I pretty much never talk myself out of a run on a nice, sunny day. But give me sub-zero temps, or wind, or snow, or rain, or sleet, or drizzle, or even a good fog, and the excuses start coming. Bed is too cozy. I'll do it later. I probably should take another day off for the good of my hip anyway. It's supposed to clear up later in the day. Running's not really good for you anyway. This problem is much worse in the morning - I have been completely unable to get up lately for my morning workouts. Must be because of Daylight Savings. Yep, that's it, Daylight Savings.