In a post titled Wisdom of Fat, I swore that I’d get myself off the sofa and onto the treadmill. I wanted to break my lifelong habit of laziness & bad health with some daily exercise, other than the walk between bookshelf & fridge! When I made this promise, I was determined to change things, and yet, nothing has changed.
The last few months I’ve complained a bunch about being in pain: I’ve had almost daily headaches, body aches, and toothaches. As usual, I’ve let this derail me from almost everything I’ve wanted to do. NO MORE!
In my lifetime I’ve probably made this kind of promise as many times as an alcoholic says they’ll give up drinking. Nearly every day I say to someone “I’m going to start exercising (insert time here). ” And I always mean it. But something always stops me: something big, like a seizure, which can knock me out for days; or something small, like a headache, or wanting to finish watching an episode of Seinfeld. Valid or not, I’m through making excuses.
My BFF, Shel, has spent the last 2 years fighting breast cancer, and I need to take her advice:
“Suck it up, Buttercup!”
Yes, I’m sure I’m still going to have pain. Big deal. If Shel can get through it, so can I. We buttercups are pretty tough, after all!