I can’t tell you how long I’ve been complaining about losing these “last 10 pounds” I packed on back when I was 13. And then again at 18. And then again at 30.
In my heart I know if I actually left my house and exercised it would come right off, but I really believe the longer you sit on your couch the harder it is to get off your couch and well…I’ve been sitting for a long time.
Soon your jeans start feeling snug and you opt for yoga pants more often than not. Those yoga pants are the devil because when I wear them I’m all “OMG I’m not that bad! These look great…in fact, my legs are looking downright slim if you ask me!”
I’ll put on my jeans three days later and find myself struggling to button the ‘loose pair’ and then I curse the yoga pants, “LIARS!”
I come up with every plan under the sun to help me lose the last 10 pounds…
What if I stop eating Fruit Loops every morning! I’ll try that.
What if I cut out that evening glass of wine! I’ll try that.
What if I do five lunges everyday from the kitchen to my office chair. I’ll try that.
What if I do 100 sit ups today. I’ll try that.
But what you won’t see is me entertain the idea of running or lifting weights or enrolling myself in a Zumba class of some kind. Sweat? Get uncomfortable? God no.
I want to know how little I need to eat of whatever food I want (without starving) to hit the weight I think I’ll be happy with.
Ten pounds less than I am now…(ish)…okay 20 if I get to be choosy about it.
It’s funny how hard we make this for ourselves. It’s just FOOD and EXERCISE. Don’t eat crap and MOVE your body a little. That’s all. No rocket science here. If you want to be at the pinnacle of ideal health for yourself than take care of your body in the ideal way.
Don’t feed it crap…and move it! The end.
We demand this of our kids don’t we? No Johnny you don’t need another cookie, if you’re hungry have some apples. No Suzie, you may not have a fourth pancake, three is plenty please finish your milk.
We encourage them to take bites of their fruits and vegetables.
We sign them up for soccer and t-ball. We want them to stretch their legs and run so we take them to parks and push them outside to play.
But we can’t follow the same rules we enforce and ultimately our health will pay the price.
I know that eating well and exercising could add years onto my life. Years! At it’s healthiest, my body would be more capable of fighting disease and viruses. My healthiest body would heal faster from any injury I might endure. It would set an example for my kids, that hard work and taking care of ourselves is an important priority. And in addition to all of that? I wouldn’t have that “last 10 pounds” to complain about anymore. Bonus!
And yet here I sit.
Blogging about it.
With a bowl of Cheetos.
I’m ignoring the better lifestyle choices I should make for myself because they’re uncomfortable.
And because Cheetos taste good.