I have a confession to make. I fell off the exercise wagon over the weekend. Admittedly, I was busy; Saturday helping my sister paint in preparation for my mom moving up there this weekend, and Sunday doing all the work I didn’t get to do on Saturday. Besides, painting is exercise, right?
Apparently, my nervous system doesn’t agree. Had a few twinges of anxiety over the weekend, but nothing big. Today, though, was worse. Getting out of bed to start my day was a Herculean effort. So I guess it is true that exercise helps chase the anxiety away. Got back on the treadmill today and will try (again) to keep going.
But tell me this: why is it that I have to do something I hate to avoid something else I hate? Exercise is, at best, the lesser of two evils.
Of course, it only added to my problem that it’s a gray, rainy, cold, blustery day. And because of turning the clock back Saturday night and being on the edge of a time zone, it’s 4 p.m. now and nearly dark. Oy!
So I’m griping in fine form today. And hey, never let it be said I’m not good at it.
What’s your best negative talent?
2 comments:
I'm really good at imagining all the possible ways something could go wrong. Luckily, I'm also good at remembering that it's just fantasy when I do that. :)
Don't worry about slippage when it comes to the exercise. Everything you do counts, first of all.
Second, a day or two here or there where you don't exercise with specific intent won't hurt.
It's an easy trap to feel down about not being perfect all the time - you know that! If you can just avoid getting stuck in that mood, you'll be fine. You might even set a timer for, say, five minutes, and decide that until it dings, you are allowed to be as miserable as you want. Once the bell rings, though, let it go!
Good advice about the timer. I'm pulling all my anti-anxiety tricks out of the bag as today is worse than yesterday. I could be getting a cold, and that surely contributes. Did another walk today but had to cancel an appointment as I don't feel up to it. Oy.
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