Get moving!

I haven't been taking very good care of myself lately. I used to be an almost health nut. Somewhere along the line a glass of wine here and there became a daily habit. I stopped taking vitamins. My food planning became driven by whatever was on sale. And a four-times-a-week step aerobics class became twice a week low impact, then progressed to walking my dog, and now I throw the ball for him from my couch.

The results aren't pretty. Clothes don't fit. I see photos and think "what happened to me?" I went to the doctor and turned my back to the scale. I said "I don't want to see the number, just write it down and don't tell me." A man nearby said, "chicken." How honoring of my patient confidentiality.

There is so much pressure from advertisers to address this harshly with a Jenny Craig program or some magic metabolic pill. I'm more afraid of the hype than I am for my health! I just made a decision that I want to be healthy. If I commit to that each morning out of self love, I know what to do. Mostly get more active.

I will focus on the benefits. I know it will help me breathe better. I'll have more energy. I'll feel more positive. And it's a good way to tell the swarming buzzards of age and disease that they are not welcome here. My body is a temple and I've been treating it like a flop house.

One of the things I liked least about corporate life was having to sit at a computer all day. I dreamed of all the things I could do if I could only work from home. I'd take walks, dance around the house, jog on the beach, etc. I've been unchained for a month now and am I doing those things? Not so much. I must have gotten in a rut. Institutionalized. I think it's just getting started that's the hard part. That's why people say it's best to exercise at the beginning of the day.

Ok. New mindset. I embrace health. I bind the spirit of sickness. God please help me. I'm going in!