change
it can be strange
nothing staying the same
it’s not a game
there’s no shame
no one to blame
life goes up in smoke
try not to choke
on the ashes of the past
change
it can be strange
nothing staying the same
it’s not a game
there’s no shame
no one to blame
life goes up in smoke
try not to choke
on the ashes of the past
The work out began. It started off ok. But soon she was wheezing, and having a hard time even keeping up with Kat, the overweight team member who had to modify the work out. Half way through the work out, she was gasping for air, got dizzy, and felt like she was going to puke. She paused the Cardio Fix and shuffled into the kitchen for ice, plopped down in the chair and applied the ice to her neck and pulse points in the hopes it would help the nausea disappear and feel better.
It’s pretty sad when I can’t even keep up with Fat Kat. She thought. Then she felt guilty that she nicknamed a probably very nice lady. At least Kat was doing the work out, right?
QUIT!
NO!
Knowing her limitations and accepting that next week would be better she got up, found her headphones, put on some jazzy music and modified the plan. She walked for 15 minutes in the neighborhood. It’s ok to modify, she told herself. Don’t give up. You’ll get better if you keep going.
The box came yesterday. She carefully pulled everything out. She rinsed the containers and labeled them. She calculated her caloric intake and was surprised by how much she would be eating. She read the instructions. How am I going to work out EVERY day? She wondered. I’ll try. She decided.
She then went to a birthday party and gave herself permission to eat cake. Tomorrow would start “the Fix.” She felt positive about it all, and set her alarm for 6:30am.
When the alarm sounded at 6:30am, she turned it off. At 7:00am she rose, made her coffee and debated. Should I lay in bed and check messages while my coffee brews, or pop in the DVD of the day? She looked. It was Cardio Fix. She chose bed and messages.
When her coffee was done, she poured herself a cup and went into her office to read her Bible, as was her habit. Why was it so easy to keep some habits up, but so difficult to keep/establish others?
Proverbs 13:4 (KJV) “The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing: but the soul of the diligent shall be made fat.”
I’m tired of being a sluggard, she thought.
Proverbs 13:19 (KJV) “The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul: but it is abomination to fools to depart from evil.”
Hmm. Diligence=healthy soul.
Accomplishing goals=sweet
Redefine “fat” and “sweets.”
This is my goal, she thought, Strong body, fat soul.
She walked to the closet and put her gym clothes on.
Elastic is one of those inventions that you don’t know how much you appreciate until it’s gone (ahem).
I could learn a lot from elastic.
It’s humble and doesn’t grumble about the “things” it’s asked to hold up.
It stretches without getting bent out of shape.
It gives.
It supports.
It makes others look good.
Yes, I could learn a lot from elastic.