07/26/2011 08:06
Kaboom! Do it or die.
I had a big, FAT talking to with myself last night. I even took notes. As it turns out, I have a choice here to be whatever I want. It's a choice. I can choose to do nothing and die of an obesity-related ailment, have my feet amputated from a diabetes complication, lose my memory after a stroke, OR I can just "Choose To Move" and, more than likely, prevent every single one of those things.
I rejoined choosetomove.org. I did the 12-week program many years ago, and it really helped get me in the right frame of mind. The decision to be healthy and happy is up to me. It is just as easy to talk myself into something as it is to talk myself out of something. Twelve weeks is going to pass. What do I want to say about those 12 weeks when they are over? Do I want to be the same or better?
Right now, today, I am empowered. Today is the only day that matters. One day at a time.
I wrote some things down last night and drew pictures of what I could look like in 12 weeks depending on which choice I made. I don't want my belly button to be wedged between two rolls of fat. Nope. I want to see my belly button. I don't want to be frumpy, look frumpy, feel frumpy. I want to look, feel and be FRESH. Enough with the sweaty fat. It feels like 150 degrees out there this summer, and let me tell ya, I'm not glistening. I'm soaking. It isn't a good look.
After a very disorienting attempt to dance with nature and exercise at 6 a.m., I've decided to just stay home and do it on the treadmill. I can look as disgusting as I feel and unleash my inner rock star to music TV. Tonight I was a classic country star. I can also adjust my granny panties when they start to tug on my nether-region. There are some of you reading this that KNOW what I'm talking about. Sometimes things get pulled or situated in such a way that needs "reformatting," I will say. When I spend time exercising amidst others who are bathing in the sweat of Mother Nature, "reformatting" is not possible. You can only hope for a spontaneous automatic reboot while you think about your car that is now 1.5 miles away.
I felt the desire to blog tonight. That may or may not ever happen again. I also can't promise I'll be able to keep up with everyone's blogs or find the time to comment. The most important thing right now is that I stay focused on living instead of wasting time on dying.