Sometimes my blog seems like a giant confessional booth. Here’s today’s admission: I’ve been slacking off on exercise. Between the Liver Meeting, Thanksgiving, a recent cold, and a bunch of very flimsy excuses, I didn’t do any resistance training the entire month of November, and barely made it to my aerobics class. I walked most days, but if I am being honest, I walked enough to maintain the illusion I was exercising, but not enough to make a difference.
Last weekend I declared “enough” and got back to taking care of myself. The conversation went like this:
“I feel awful.”
“Of course you feel awful. What did you expect? Did you think that you could slack off for a month and feel good?”
“You’re right. I will put my workout clothes out and go first thing in the morning.”
The next morning at 4:45 a.m. “I’m too tired. Another 5 mins of sleep.”
A half hour later…”I’ll never make it to class in time.”
“Did you go through hep C treatment so you could end up with fatty liver disease? Get out of bed. Better late than not at all.”
In class… “This is a blast. Why did I skip this?”
The next morning… “Everything hurts. I don’t think I can get out of bed.”
I made it to class every day this week. This morning there was a huge rainstorm. The conversation began with, “I better not drive. I might hydroplane.” Then I thought, “Which is worse, a car accident or slow death from lifestyle–related diseases. Besides, do you think anyone would read your blog if you ended up being a poor example?” I went to class.
Sometimes it is like that. Basically, I am an insane person trying to learn how to be a healthy adult. It takes effort to do the right thing. In the end, it is easier to do the healthy thing than to keep listening to my insane thoughts.
This morning I read a quote by Naomi Judd (also cured of hep C), “Your body hears everything your mind says.” My body hears the lies and the cajoling. This entire conversation would have been much easier if I turned my attitude around and acted like my dog. When I picked up the keys, he’d leap into joy. Yes, it is time to leap into joy because I get to exercise.