Tuesday, November 22, 2011
I’m not shy about sharing how much I despise exercise. I know it’s important. I know it’s good for me. I know it will help my blood sugar. But I still don’t like it.
I’ve tried time and time again to get motivated for a regular exercise routine. Sometimes it lasts for a few months. Sometimes it lasts for a few weeks. And yes, sometimes it only lasts for a few days. I still haven’t quite figured out how to make exercise a lasting part of my life.
But here’s the thing. I hate the way I look. I am fat. I see pictures of myself and cringe. Over the past several years, weight has crept on steadily. I’ve been talking about losing weight for quite some time now. As with exercise, I start strong and quickly sputter out. But every pair of pants I have is unbelievably tight. I am NOT going up yet another clothing size. And so, I’m starting over. Yesterday was Day 1 - and I did pretty well. I pulled out Your Diabetes Science Experiment and looked over my notes from last time I was working out. I went to the store and stocked up on healthy foods. I put in 45 minutes on the treadmill and I made good food choices all day long. This morning, I did 50 minutes. And it didn’t seem like a struggle. It seemed like a blessing.
Yes, I have a chronic illness that makes diet and exercise a bit more tricky. But I am blessed to still have a strong body that can move. I am blessed to have the tools I need to navigate a successful workout. I am blessed that although I’m unhappy with how I look right now, I have the power to do something about it.