I haven't been walking lately. In fact, I can't remember the last time I went for a morning walk. I *do* remember putting my exercise clothes out one night certain that I'd be walking the next morning and then not actually walking.

I'm not sure what the problem is. Over the summer, naturally it was the heat. I've come to realize that it's not how hot it gets here, it's how long it's hot. And I think when you're so hot for so long you just don't want to do anything that makes you hotter.

As the summer wore on and the days got shorter, it was harder to get out of bed in the mornings. The Mr. and I would both hit snooze so many times that we'd almost be late for work! It was "easy" to do that since it stayed dark longer.

Yeah, I kicked myself for not making an effort. I knew so many parts of me were suffering: weight, blood sugars, mental status, etc. But I had so many other things to do. And especially in the evenings, which often kept me up late, which meant it was even *that* much harder to get up in the morning.

When I saw my endo a few weeks ago, the bloodwork numbers weren't good. My A1C went up, my cholesterol went up and my thyroid was out of whack again among other things. K seemed pretty shocked.

"What do you think the difference is?" she asked rather exasperated.

"Welll, uh, I'm not exercising anymore," I admitted.

"OH! That's it! That will make such a difference in everything," she said.

Yeah, I know. And that was reinforced through all my sessions with SBD who said that exercise might help with mental issues.

So I've got all these really good reasons to get up and go -- I see such a difference in my blood sugars, and I typically have better moods when I exercise -- but I can't seem to force myself to actually get up and exercise. 

Maybe, though, now that I'm working on getting my mental health sorted out it will be easier to work on other areas of my life. And with overnight lows here in the 40s, being too hot is no longer an excuse.