Sunday, January 06, 2013
I was walking the mile track at a local park this morning and I was thinking about how my knees were complaining…”She can’t do this to us.” “This is too much.” “Did you hear the noise I made when she was getting up from her chair?” (From inside my head I hear a distant tapping.) The next thing I know the spine is chiming in. “Well, if you two are going to give up why should I keep working.” I realized I was already slumping. (Darn it! That tapping is turning into an irritating and much louder rapping.) Then the shoulder declared, “Ha! You’re behind. I’ve been giving her trouble for years.” I realize there is a war raging in my body and I don’t like it. I think I’m losing.
That tapping and loud rapping has suddenly become a thunderous pounding in my head.
“Hey!” says the brain. “Why is it so hard to get your attention? I’ve been trying to tell you about these decisions you’ve been making, but you just don’t/won’t listen. That’s the problem, you know. It’s all about decisions and choices. Together we can make this better. You just need to check in with me for a little side conversation if you’re facing a choice and you’re waffling. I’m on your side. I control those other body parts. They do what I tell them. And I‘ve got some very good friends…heart, lungs, muscles. So put on your armor, gird your loins (and I don’t mean pork), and gather your weapons. Let’s do battle and win this war!”
So I asked the brain if I should walk another mile today to record on my Fitness Tracker.
“It’s your choice, you know. But I think you answered your own question.”
So the battle has begun…with my new best friend.