Today, as I sat on my couch with my kids while they watched t.v, all of us succumbing to what I like to think of as Sunday Sloth, I picked up my Kindle and began to re-read "Half-Assed: A Weight-Loss Memoir." At one point, Jennette Fulda writes:
People waited for motivation to find them, but they needed to go out and find motivation . . .
You just have to do it, even though you don't want to. If you saw diet and exercise as optional, you were screwed. It was nonnegotiable.
Well. How's that for a nice kick in the tushy? Here I sit, in my comfy p.j.'s, waiting to want to work out, and Ms. Fulda comes along with her truth and just calls me on my crap.
I have to... just do it? Nike is right? There's not going to be some magical pixie dust one morning that turns me into the person I want to be, the one who is dedicated, never skips a workout, and doesn't quit when things get hard? I have to do it on my own, even though I don't want to? Well shit.
I guess I have some decisions to make.