I’ve always liked this quote attributed to Joan Rivers:
I don’t workout. If God had intended for me to bend over, He would’ve put diamonds on the floor.
But, as a co-worker earnestly stated during a discussion of healthy living and exercising, babies need their mama. Too true. Mind you, I’m one of those folks that jumps right into any new endeavor, makes a go of it for about a week and then quits because I get burned out, bored or hurt.
I’m forcing myself to go slow (and I don’t like it, not one little bit) and have successfully managed to walk a mile a day since the beginning of April. I know it’s only been fourteen days, smart aleck. If I wanted sarcasm, I’d talk to the kids!!
Where was I? Oh, yes…
So, fourteen miles in fourteen days with that same voice whispering for me to skip it just this once which leaves me to snark back Doom on you, devil and I walk anyway. Did you feel the Earth shake this afternoon? Yep, I RAN…not the country, I mean the exercise. Yeah, that was me, running a whole 4/10ths of a mile…whoop-dee-do! I just kept asking Jesus for a little more wind beneath my wings. Frankly, I think He put His hands on my back and gave a good shove. Whatever works, right?
I’m trying not to think ahead and
plot plan my next healthy habit, which is really tough since I like lists and planning and being organized. I’ve got another couple weeks to hustle onward before the month is through. I’ve already lost three pounds and I’m trying not to think of all the ones I still have to lose. Ugh! I really hate to sweat and look absolutely wretched all red-faced.
If you made a 30 day effort to forge a new habit, what would it be? Feel free to share in my misery.