Yes, you may have noticed that there is a theme happening here and that I’m obviously at a place of change. Or wanting a change. Or something.
Letting go of baggage and giving up on dieting can only lead to one place and that’s exercise. Which I hate. With a passion. Which should actually be considered an F word as far as I’m concerned. (I actually considered saving this post for “Letter F Day”).
I hate it for many reasons and I’m going to share them with you. Please feel free to whine along with me as you read my list of
excuses valid reasons.
1. I hate being hot. CANNOT STAND it. Makes me feel like crap, gives me a headache and flat-out makes me sick. I’ve felt this way my entire life.
2. I don’t like being outside. It’s either too hot or too cold. When the temperature is just right, there are bugs. And pollen. And weeds. And grass. And furry little animals. All of which make me itchy and sneezy. Mother Nature hates me.
3. I’m too out of shape to do a whole lot of anything, so whenever I try, I almost die. Like really die, laying on a sidewalk, can’t take a breath, heart pushing its way out of my chest die.
4. I look terrible in shorts and tank tops, and exercising in normal clothes gets too hot. (See
excuse reason Number One).
5. It’s boring.
6. I truly am content and happy doing absolutely nothing. I have zero desire to go outside and enjoy the sun, or go out and explore the world and see the sights. I’ve tried to find that desire deep down inside of myself, but it’s just not there. Don’t know why, but it’s not.
7. I’m lazy.
8. I like TV, the internet, Twitter and Facebook much more than I like leaving it.
9. I cannot justify buying myself a gym membership, gym equipment or even a pair of running shoes for that matter.
10. I’m okay with being out of shape and unhealthy.
As I write all of my pathetic reasons down, it makes me sad. How in the world does someone get to the place where they don’t give a whoopty-doo about how they look or feel? How exactly does that happen? More importantly, how does someone change that?
I think that I’ve spent so many years being a Mom, a wife and a friend that I’ve forgotten about myself. My health has now taken me to a place of many limitations, and I’m almost being held hostage by things that I may never be able to change. And that will be where my challenge begins … fighting through the thoughts in my head telling me that “you’re never going to get better”, “you can’t do this” and “just accept it”. I need to turn my “excuses” into motivators and turn my life around. Just the thought of that kinda makes me want to barf though.
So where do I begin? I’m thinking that it’s just going to start with one foot in front of the other. Faith and the promise of something better will have to be what pulls me along. Who wants to join me?
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