speaking the truth

And how _is_ the training regimen going...? Seems 'regimen' is the wrong word as I haven't been sticking to it more than sporadically, but arms, legs and stomach are still slowly getting stronger. This pleases me.

Many friends tell me I am a poster-child for learning to work out. So, let me tell you a story. It's not inspirational, but it's a true lesson if it is a lesson at all.

It became time for me to start MY part of fixing what ailed me. (My doctor at the time was very clear that only my personal effort would cure my illness.) Part of that was to go to the gym

I was not a "gym person". I was fat, out of shape, had never liked to sweat - sweat was synonym for something other people did, and pain, and unhappiness. Going to a gym was - oh, it was unthinkable.

I chose to do aerobics classes, because I wanted someone else to set the pace and length of time I would work out. The poor man's personal trainer.

I made a pact with myself, in order to not just begin the process, but make the process a part of my life. For 6 weeks, every damned day, I had to do the following:

1. Go to the gym
2. Change into the clothes
3. Walk to the aerobics room
4. Touch The Door

If at that point, having cleared every single barrier and complication, if I still did not want to walk through that door, I could go home. But no thinking-game, excuse, more important appointment, working late thing was going to keep me from my goal.

Sometimes I went home. Most of the time I went in.

Several weeks into it, I finished the class, and instead of crawling to the door to leave, I ran, I ran into the locker room.

I knew that I had changed. I knew that I could keep making the change.