I live in a place where it’s sunny 360 days of the year and always over 60 degrees. I’m 5 miles from the beach and about a mile away from various hiking trails. I have NO excuse to not work out.
I have multiple workout dvd’s, a set of 3, 5 and 8lb free weights and 4 days off work a week. I really have no excuse not to work out.
I have a good job to pay for healthy produce and good food. I have a number of cookbooks and a kitchen complete with a blender (fruit smoothies, anyone?), KitchenAid mixer, food processor, tons of pots and pans, Pyrex dishes, beautiful new knives and cutting boards. (Aren’t wedding registries awesome?). We have a brand new stainless steel 2 door huge fridge with 3 drawers for produce. I have no excuse not to cook and eat healthy.
Still, I somehow come up with excuses every day. Some of my favorite excuses are:
-“I’m tired/want to sleep in/want to go to bed.” Suck it up, Kate. You’ll get more energy after you work out, the paradoxical affect…
-“I worked today.” Like most responsible adults, yes I work. Work doesn’t stop other responsible adults from taking care of themselves.
-“My running buddy is either working or canceled on me.” This one really is my favorite… cuz when she cancels, I’m off the hook. But I’ve worked out alone plenty of times. That’s what ipods are for.
-“I want to spend time with my Hus.” This one really is a legitimate excuse, as our relationship is the most important thing in my life. BUT taking care of myself allows me to love and take care of HIM more. Again, a paradox. (I hate these dumb paradoxes!)
-“I don’t have time.” Blah blah blah. Everyone has time for a few crunches/push ups/cutting veggies instead of chips.
-“Just this ONE piece of chocolate/brownie/anything else covered in sugar/oil/fat deliciousness.” No dice.
-“I worked out today so I can reward myself with some goodies.” Why negate a workout with junk food? (Hmmm idea! I’m now going to reward myself with RETAIL THERAPY!… I wonder how my SCB will think of my new reward system… muahahaha)
-“It’s a gift. I have to accept a yummy gift, it’s rude not to!” Accept gifts. Just don’t drink the whole bottle/annihilate the entire plate. Everything in moderation.
-“It’s my one week a month I’m allowed to eat salty and sugary goodness cuz it’ll make my cramps feel better.” You know what also makes cramps feel better? Calcium (blah, hate milk!) and working out (Mr. Paradox, I now despise you.)
Clearly I’m fighting with myself here.
And although, I really have ZERO.ZIP.NADA. NO actual legit excuses to not take care of my body, I unfortunately love everything bad for me. I love being lazy. I love junk food. I love desserts and cookies and peanuts and chips and mmm… I’m making my mouth water…
BUT (and there’s always a but, isn’t there…)
I have no excuse. No excuses to not work out every day that I’m not working. No excuses to eat crap. My body IS a temple. It’s one of the only things I can control in my life, so it’s high time to take control. It’s time to say, “Suck it up, Kate” and get my buns in gear.
So World, this is a shout out to you to be my accountability buddy. It’s September tomorrow, and in my effort to “Be a better person”, I’m including my “No excuses” policy and you, Internet World, to make a happier, healthier Katie.
Now excuse me while I go munch on some carrot sticks while trying to convince myself they’re pretzels dipped in chocolate… mmmm