Just one step away from a big splash
Last weekend, I walked across a grocery-store parking lot and thought about how thin I felt. Now, this is ludicrous on so many levels. I am still months away from my goal weight. Lots of months. I send the dial on a bathroom scale much further than it has ever gone before. And, I was surrounded by actually thin college students at the time.
But, for the first time in years I am doing something about this problem. And, the doing changed my feeling.
The principle holds true in other areas of my life, as well. Maybe I can only do ten minutes on the treadmill Monday morning because I crammed in too many morning chores. But, I will do those ten minutes. That is enough to remind me I have a heart, to release some feel-good endorphins, and to establish a circuit in my brain that says, “This is a habit. It is what I do.”
So, now, I am writing this blog post. My plan for the afternoon included this plus the rough drafts of three articles. But, I had to run an unexpected errand. A long, unexpected errand. Rather than give up the idea of writing all together, I left my kitchen in a mess just a few minutes longer and wrote this post. I can feel that brain pathway sizzling, “You are a writer. This is what you do.”
It is just a baby step. But I’m okay with that.
Exactly what I needed today. Thanks so much for your honesty, and congratulations on all the baby steps and habits you are doing so successfully!!
Yes! I saw a pic someone posted of you on Facebook (at that game in Shelbina) and I thought, “Look how thin she is getting!” Your baby steps are certainly paying off in more ways than one.
You go, girl! Due to my elevated cholesterol, I am also taking steps to get fit. I am getting in 30 minutes a day of either walking, riding my bike, or, on bad days, riding a recumbent exercise bike I inherited from my dad. At 90, he was still trying to get his walk in every day. Just think of the health benefits eating good foods and exercising can bring you!
Thanks, girls! It must have been a good camera angle, Molly 🙂
And, Judy, your dad would be so proud of you. He was a faithful runner long before the world caught up with the craze.
Oh, I love the feeling of this post. I relate to it very much. It does feel so good to take steps. And I love the idea that when you get on the treadmill you think, “This is what I do.” I love that! Because I’ve always had this strange psychological block when it comes to exercising that it’s simply not something I do. I’m definitely trying to change that now.