Every morning, when I get up to feed the cats and go for my walk, I argue with the excuses. I have a very long list of excuses that try to convince me that they are reasonable. It looks like rain. You stayed up too late last night. It’s okay to miss one day. You are just too tired. The bed is so soft and warm. It’s chilly out there. It’s too hot. You slept in too late. You just don’t feel like it. Who cares? No one will know but you and Buddy, and he won’t judge you. You never say anything when he skips a work out. It’s not like you’re fat or anything. You don’t really need to work out. You’re not like all those other people out there with their Wal-Mart and their fast food. You can always start exercising when you actually start gaining weight, which is what all of them should have done. I mean, how do they let themselves get that unhealthy before they decide to do something about it?
My mind is not especially charitable at 6 am. Actually, I can be a right b*tch first thing in the morning. After coffee, I can feel ashamed for such thoughtlessness and I can remind myself that I am not magically immune to all the traps that can lead to unhealthy decisions and behaviors. If I was immune to anything, I wouldn’t have to argue with that niggling little voice every morning, would I?
I have made an agreement with myself concerning excuses. There are 3 acceptable excuses. It must be raining, not sprinkling or threatening rain. Thunder and lightning are a plus. OR it must be less than 45°F outside, though I may change that after I take a walk at that temp. I know running would keep me warm enough for that temp to be manageable, but walking doesn’t warm me up nearly as much as running. OR I have a migraine. Sunlight and sweating will only exacerbate it and migraines are hard enough to get rid of without annoying them.
Yesterday, I woke up to a railroad spike being driven through the top of my skull. It was about an hour before my normal wake up time, so I took some meds to hopefully kill the bugger before I had to go walk. When my alarm went off, it was still there, trying to push my brain out through my ears. So I went back to bed and didn’t get up until 11 am. Yeah, I know. But Buddy had the morning off and it was hard to leave him when I was just so comfortable. I spent the rest of the day lazing on the couch, reading and watching Doctor Who. I rewarded myself for that super lazy day with no chocolate and a glass of wine with dinner. And then I stayed up until 3 am because apparently I can’t simply stop watching David Tennant’s last episode. As they say, it hit me in the feels.
This morning, I got up and fed the cats almost an hour late (sorry kitties). Then the excuses started their roll call. I know myself. If I give into the excuse once, it’s that much easier to give in again. I like rules. I need rules. If I sleep in, there is no way I’m going to work out later. If I skip one day for a petty reason, then I’ll need herculean determination to get put of bed the next morning. As Mad-Eye would say, “CONSTANT VIGILANCE!”
I will lose this battle occasionally. I’m human. I am weak and lazy. That’s why I need bribery and cajoling and name calling to get me going. I won this morning. You’re already standing, you know. You can always take a nap afterward, like you normally do. Stop being so lazy, unless you want to become fat. Fat and ugly and unloved and undeserving. Like I said. I can be pretty nasty before coffee.