Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Ummmmm...the answer is no.
In a previous post, I had questioned whether or not I had reached a point where I was willing to take action against my recent swelling...er...weight gain. The answer is apparently no. My urge to exercise is a classic case of "the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak". I get myself all hyped up to start walking or stair climbing or something or anything...and then I rethink those thoughts. And if I do it long enough, why by golly, night time has fallen and who ever heard of exercising in the dark anyway? Experts will tell you that almost everything in life is actually 90% mental and only 10% physical. Bull hockey. Mentally, I've exercised myself down to an incredibly toned size 6. Physically, not so much. Maybe weight loss is like quitting smoking. One day, you just get the urge and you DO IT. That'd be sweet. I still dream I'm smoking a cigarette every now and again. Wouldn't it be cool if I only dreamt I'd eaten that Snickers bar before bedtime??