There’s a catalogue of things I’ve been meaning to do for, let’s see, about four years now. Amongst aspirations, like, seeing a movie and reading a book, high on my “To Do” list is:
Find time to exercise.
One of the many casualties of motherhood, for me, is exercise. This is partly due to the fact that every time I recover from giving birth long enough to get a grip on my life, I get pregnant again. I’ve dabbled in yoga, tennis, jogging and skipping (Yes, skipping – don’t knock it till you’ve tried it) but nothing is sustainable. Either my interest peters out or my body no longer responds – it always comes to a halt….