Thursday, January 21, 2010
I believe I have created every excuse possible as to why I am over weight. Write me and I'll send you all of them. I quit smoking five years ago and my body never adjusted. I travel for a living and am forced to unhealthy food. (I have pictures of the people that hold me down and force me to eat it!!!!) I am getting older and my metabolism is slowing down....... I can go on and on.
What I have had in the past five years is a lot of failure. I dont care how positive you think, how much you try to motivate yourself, failure compounded by excuses makes John an insecure individual. Yuck, what a mess.
All I had to do was look in the mirror and that would make me feel even worse. I am sure a lot of you have been there and know what I am talking about. You feel so gosh darned out of place that you want to hole up in a corner and cry.
Enough with the sadness John.
I read a book, actually listened to it on CD. It's called "Excuse Me, Your Life Is Waiting. In my listening/reading the author challenged us to an interesting exercise. Every day for thirty days write one really good, great, and wonderful thing about yourself. Take that one thing and throughout your day think about it.
Let me tell you its tough. Every morning I'd get stressed. What else is there about me that's good? I made it through and now part of my morning ritual is to read all thirty things, out loud, to myself. I put a little bit of background music to it. They are not all serious things. I have fun stuff about me also. I am a most excellent cook. I sing very well. I play a mean set of drums. By the end of the list I am inspiring me. Who is this really cool guy????
It increases my capacity to give to others but most importantly it increases my capacity to take. That's right, take. I have participated in things similar to spark.com in the past but not without the overwhelming support I receive from everyone I have gotten to know and will get to know. I cannot do this alone and neither can you. But if I dont feel good about me I am useless to you. and if I dont feel I am worth it all how in the name of all that is holy can I allow you to give to me?
One thing about you each day for thirty days. Very tough. At the end you start seeing all those wonderful things in other people.
Thank all of you for being who all of you are.
If you'd like my list to get an idea of what I am talking about let me know and I'll
Spark mail it to ya.
Have a good day. A good day is any day that you're alive.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
When the alarm went off I was already behind. Tat did not make for a cheerful mood. I tumbled around, showering, getting dressed, doing all the routine stuff thats part of everyones morning. Over in the corner, sitting quietly, was my gym bag. Like that commercial on TV I eard the little jingle; "I always feel like somebody's watching me...."
That part of my day had somehow slipped out of the equation. I'd like to tell you I raced to the corner and soothed my gym bags feelings. Actually Itried to kick the corner of the bed. Thank goodness I missed!!
"Just another something else!!!" I said
So I did what any rational person would do. I made a deal with my gym bag, even though in my mind I had a good excuse for not working out today. I decided I would keep it on the front seat of the car and I would work my measley forty minutes of cardio in there sometime today.
Yes, yes I should have a Plan B but somedays just figuring out Plan A takes all my energy.
Yes, yes I know i'll feel better once I do it and I'll reach a goal.
It's cold, its foggy and I'm a bit achy and my day is full. I'll do it, maybe not with a smile on my face and a song in my heart.
Like the commercial says "Just Do It"
I'll keep ya'll posted
Monday, January 18, 2010
I did not want to exercise this morning.
The more I thought about it the angrier I got." How come I just cant think myself into shape?" I muttered.
I listened to peppy music to get me psyched up. it didnt work. Read a few inspirational blogs and postings at Sparkpeople.com. It had little to no effect.
I got in the car, muttering and cursing all the while. I pointed it toward the gym and let the steam come out of my ears. "I really, really hate this." I sighed
I put on the ear buds, cranked up the sound and stepped on the treadmill. One foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other until the sweat started to run down my face and The Black Eyed Peas had a feeling. Somewhere in the next forty minutes or so I remembered why I did this.
And I'll do it again tomorrow
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