Two weeks ago, I wrote a post titled “Swap Your Excuses for a Slimmer Waistline.” And then I abandoned this blog, my freelance work and even my own workouts. I spent those days obsessively stripping paint from a brick wall in my new home.
It’s surprising how we can get so wrapped up in things, isn’t it? A month ago, I would have said, “Strip paint off a brick wall by hand – what are you talking about?!” But for nearly two weeks, I put my life on hold to do just that.
There was time for exercise, of course, and for blogging and writing, too, but I didn’t do any of those things. Instead, I collapsed onto the couch each night and binge-watched Breaking Bad (yes, I really am that far behind the rest of the world), and I slept in until 7:30 or later each morning.
I spent the early evening hours taking long showers (to clean the chemical of the day off of my skin and the tiny chunks of paint out of my hair) and then I would usually seek comfort in less-than-optimal food (there was a lot of Thai food and pizza) and drink. Occasionally I would spend one or two minutes doing some half-hearted stretches, but usually I would just go straight for the ibuprofen. I was feeling sorry for myself, even though this was all the direct result of my own choices.
I could have gotten in a 20 or 30-minute workout each morning; I should have traded an episode of Breaking Bad each night for 45 minutes on my yoga mat – but I didn’t. I made excuses instead, and now I find myself stiff and sore and in the worst shape I’ve been in in several years. That’s where my excuses have led me, and there is nothing to do about it except get up and go to the gym and start building back the strength and flexibility and aerobic fitness I’ve lost. I accept the consequences, I’m okay with it all. But I have to admit, it helps a lot that the wall looks amazing!