Sometimes it is just so hard to jump that mental hurdle. I literally have to scream and yell at myself to get my butt in gear. Once I get moving, I'm good and glad I did it.
But that initial moment when it is that 'do or die' second of actually making the decision to move is hard.
I get into these funks where I am not so careful about what I eat or the exercise I do. Training for the half-marathon isn't always enough. I have no reason other than to just prove it to myself that I can do it.
Every time I go to the doctor, for anything, they seem surprised at how healthy I am. I mean besides my weight, I have nothing wrong with me. I do not have high blood pressure. I don't have high cholesterol. I'm not on the brink of getting diabetes. I can do strenuous exercise and not get winded.
Because of this, it isn't always easy for me to get and get moving. I have to conquer that mental hurdle to say that I *need* to do this to become even more healthy.
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