I was the girl that ALWAYS looked for the excuse. Tried to find a way to explain away my unhealthy life. Felt a calling and a magnetic pull to the couch and the TV. I could come up with a million reasons at the drop of the hat as to why I was overweight; genetics, my knee, I tried hard…..
I cant tell you the exact moment that I decided that enough was enough, it was a gradual awakening. I laced up my shoes, chose healthy over what I “thought” I wanted. I walked, then I jogged, then I ran! I have completed races that my own community said that I would fail at.
Last night.. the old demons surfaced. I was tired, I wanted sweets, I was stressed out by life and my kids. It was late, there was a wild storm raging, the treadmill had stuff on it, there was TV to watch… But, I put on my shoes, I put on my workout clothes. Stepped on to the treadmill that I hadn’t used since I had gotten it for free a few months ago. The sound of the motor so loud in my second floor apartment, I wanted to turn it off. The pounding of my steps echoing… I thought for sure the folks downstairs would call animal control to report a heard of elephants had taken up residence on the second floor. Then the coup de grâce, I discovered the belt on the treadmill itself was slippery.. I kept sliding. My face felt a magnetic pull to the display console. Every time I tried to pic up the pace to get into a run, gravity tried to have its way with me. I REALLY wanted to quit. Instead, I increased the incline, kicked up the speed to a fast walk and climbed and held on for dear life!! I think that I even got a decent arm workout!
2miles of up hill climb, sweating buckets, I had fought back the weight of excuses drawing me back to a sedentary existence. Never give up. No Excuses. Making the hard choices for an even better future.