I'm Not Listening
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
My genes tell me to be fat. They chant it to me when I'm choosing between foods. They scream it at me when I'm tying my running shoes. They whisper it to me before I go to sleep... "This is who you are, you can't fight this forever."
It's so simple to NOT fight.
I decided to go running this morning and I just got back. My legs are sore, my feet are sore, and I smell bad, but I noticed that the Genes have quieted. I should be wanting something bad to eat right now, but I don't. I should be thinking "That was hard, let's go lay on the couch.", but I'm not. I'm planning on doing some laundry and dishes because I feel alive. I feel awake and clear headed, I feel positive.
Do I want to go running tomorrow? No. I don't. The whispering genetics will be back, saying "This running stuff isn't for you. You'd be happier resting those sore legs. Better not over do it." But you know what?, I don't think I'm going to listen to them. I can see the path those genes have marked out for me and it's leading to a place I don't want to be. "Fat Town, population 1."
When they chant, I'm going to be ready with planned food. When they scream, I'm going to turn up my ipod and keep running. When they whisper, I'm going to drink some tea and read a book.
THIS is who I am. I can fight you and it WILL be forever, but I'm starting with today, by not listening.