It’s March 25th. There’s six inches of snow on the ground. And the last thing I want to do is exercise. I want to stay in my Snuggie and eat large amounts of carbs while I watch bad reality television. I hate winter, and the prolonged winter here in Indiana is killing my motivation. Heck, it’s taking me entirely too long to type this post because I just can’t find the motivation.
These are the days it’s hard for me. I just don’t want to do it. I don’t particularly care about being healthy or fit. I’d like to have my pity party and go back to bed, thanks.
But these are the days I have to lace up my sneakers and get off my butt. I am always telling my own children and my students that sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do. If I’m going to preach it, I’d better practice it. So I ran today despite not wanting to get off the couch. I won’t lie; it kind of sucked. I didn’t enjoy myself and I was watching the clock the whole time. But it’s done. I did what I needed to do.
I’m excited about the weight I’ve lost. I’m excited about the changes I’ve made in my diet. I’m excited that my clothes are fitting better. But getting off my butt on a day like to day and being active despite my desire to hibernate until mid-April? THAT may be my biggest victory yet.