Tuesday 21 April 2009

I Can't Do It!

I just can't do, I just can't do it. I kid myself the motivation is there, I kid myself that I can do it, but guys, it really is tough. I need a Sergeant Major type to kick me into shape when nagging sister isn't around to do it. How do these people I see out jogging, looking fit and smiley as they do their daily run, keep on day after day, after day after day!

The whole of last week and the week before, I did nothing, absolutely nothing! Ok so one of those weeks I was feeling under the weather, and I was puking up, (I did actually lose three pounds that week, yee ha!) but it all went on again!

So that was the last two weeks, this week, nagging sister called me bright and early this morning, to remind me that she is coming round to drag my lardass carcass of the sofa, away from the now smiling stubborn one and pound the pavements again.

I really wasn't in the mood, I put on my joggers, and my trainers, and still I was desperately tyring to think of any reason not to do this. Why doesn't the stubborn one cry for his nanny's cuddles, I'm sure there is nothing like a nanny's cuddles to settle crying babies. But no, he was sleeping soundly with his mother, tucked up in a nice warm bed, ohhhhh, such bliss. Is there room for one more?

Just as I was dreaming of climbing into my bed nagging sister was at the door. I opened it, and I'm sure I saw her shudder from the look I gave her, but only fleetingly, then the smile, the teeth, the perfect hair, you all know the scene by now 'Come on then, out, lets go'

Even before I got to the end of my path I was wishing for it to all be over, nagging sister telling me all the latest gossip, but I already needed to concentrate on my breathing, if you get that right the whole thing should be a breeze......... more like a wheeze in my case. Crossing over the road now, 'oh why, why am I doing this, nanny's are suppose to be cuddly and bubbly, surely', us nanny's have earned that right now, haven't we? Its a beautiful day, the sun is shining, it should be a pleasure to be out in the glorious sunshine 'Just concentrate on the breathing old girl, and grunt in acknowledgement every so often to nagging sister, just so that she knows you still alive' And that is how it was, the whole way to turnaround lamppost and back again. The only pleasure I gleaned from this mornings run was nagging sister screaming hysterically at the flying insects which appear this time of year. Do you not agree with me that people screaming and waving their arms in thin air look particularly pathetic, oh hum, yes, at least I have that tiny bit of smile fodder.

Oh you want to know the time that was on my stupid stopwatch.......really............but it really is pathetic today............ok well it was 17:54.46