Nearly every time I choose to exercise, I trigger my sulking child self at the same time.
It goes like this
‘I’m too tired, I’m not doing it, I hate it, it will be awful, I’m just not doing it, I have much more important things to do (like tidying the sock draw – I mean seriously Colleen). I don’t need to do it, I will do it tomorrow
and on and on ad nauseum.