An Amazon Journey

Well, friends, I’ve been putting to good use the two new videos I purchased, Weight Loss Yoga and The 30 Day Shred. Both feature the trainers from The Biggest Loser (which I will miss tonight. Ye Goddes!) Both are excellent if you are looking for something new to spice up your fitness routine…if sweating all over your carpet and feeling like a fool are your cup of tea. It’s amazing how taking a positive action, however small, can radically alter your mental state. I’ve been rather morose lately, not wanting to workout and frankly, not feeling well. By taking a little time and trying something new, I have given myself that boost that I needed. I don’t know about you, but Apathy should be my middle name. It is so darn easy to find an excuse to just stop and rest. To stop and eat. To stop and shop. You get it. This morning while working out, I found myself mid-jumping jack thinking, “Oh, Best Man needs to go outside and I should walk him NOW.” What??? Like this 75 pound dog can’t hold his water for 10 more minutes?? Even as I was thinking it, I realized  I was trying to sabotage myself. Why?? Why do I do this? Again, if I could answer that one, I would have billions and rule the afternoon airwaves. So to use a tool from EFM, I tried to consider the payoffs. By NOT working out, what do I gain? By raiding my child’s snack drawer, what do I gain? By sitting on the sofa and experiencing cheek-spread, what do I gain? Hmmmmmm?

[Crickets]

Jack! I don’t get jack! I can’t think of one damn reason to keep myself down, to keep tearing myself to pieces. There is no payoff. Well, maybe one. I can wallow in my patheticness and be gloriously alone. I’m always claiming I need more time for myself, and God knows, no ones wants to hang with a whiner. So besides indulging my anti-social tendencies, I gain nothing from my apathetic state. The list of what I lose is much lengthier, such as self-respect, positive energy, and forward momentum. Admit it. When you spend 30 minutes jiggling and sweating, it is a bit easier to bypass McDonalds on the way to work. (It’s still hard. I could small the sausage with my windows rolled up, for God’s sake!) Why ruin all that hard work. So I sit here this afternoon, with my gluts just a wee bit higher and tighter, my abdominus erectus slightly more erect, and my mind infinitely more clear.  I think I may have just answered a question I posted several weeks ago about why and how athletes maintain their discipline. Positive action begets positive action. Hope propels me onward. So today I am the queen of the world. I may be a lowly serf tomorrow, but for today….

MWAHHHHH [waving my most royal wave]