Sometimes I just want to watch House...

Let me preface by saying that I love this time of year. But lately, I can't stay up past nine, and I certainly am having trouble finding the motivation to exercise. I love to work out; once I am in a groove I love the way I feel, I love the way I look-- it's like a win-win deal. But I have kids, and a job, and a husband who recently had surgery, and three cats, can errands, and cooking to do, and messes to clean...

So I am POOPED.

It's a sad irony that exercise gives me more energy to do this stuff. OK, so back to the point. This time of year-- when it gets dark earlier, and it's colder-- just saps me of my usually irritating-to-others motivation. Is it biology? Should I be getting ready to hibernate? The idea of pumping iron makes me cringe come September.

I think the point is that I should listen to my body. Drink some tea, do some yoga or walk a bit. There must be a reason why I want to slow down, so I am going to try it with the idea of a happier, less guilty me in mind. My idea of quality time right now is a blanket, my husband, and a new episode of House.

It seems like every day, I say to myself, "Self, we will stay up later and actually put away that laundry, and maybe go for a run in the morning."

And then myself ignores me. Sigh. I wish she'd listen sometimes.

Is it just me?