As I stated previously, I have fallen into a rut of procrastination.
I’m still walking daily 95% of the time but I’m not doing it at consistent times each day.
I’ve managed to push it later and later into the day as time has gone on.
At least one day last week, I did not go at all (confession time!).
I managed to procrastinate long enough that I completely talked myself out of it.
It’s not dangerous because missing one day in and of itself is destructive.
It’s dangerous because missing one day for ME usually leads to missing more days and eventually quitting.
And quitting cannot be an option.
Then there’s another problem.
Every day I walk 3 miles in the morning and 1 mile in the afternoon.
Ever since I started pushing my 3 mile walk to later in the day, I’ve somehow managed to drop the afternoon mile 50% of the time.
I mean if I don’t do my morning walk until the afternoon…then can’t I just count that as my afternoon walk?
The reality is I just deleted 1 mile from my workout routine without realizing it.
Now that is really dangerous.
Ah yes…the slippery slope of destruction.
If life were a bathtub, I’d be the bar of soap you step on that sends you flying headfirst into the shower curtain ripping every last curtain ring out all the way down.
Or is it just me that’s done that?
And then there’s Satan. The Evil One. Lord Valdemort…no wait..not him…
Well you know me by now…I talk about him a lot.
You call him what you want.
I’ll just call him Satan.
He really likes to mess with my mind.
Take for example, this morning….
I made a personal decision that I was going to go walking FIRST THING without hesitation.
Just up and out the door.
While I was walking early this morning (in the cold and the drizzling rain..AGAIN) I immediately noticed that I had a pain in the right side of my lower back.
There’s no telling where that came from although I have a sneaking suspicion it’s from one of my children crawling into the recliner with me last night after I’d fallen asleep and deciding to wedge themselves into my right side.
The joys of motherhood!!
I was also very stiff.
If I tried to go faster it seemed like I was walking on wooden legs.
Do I even have joints in my body?
Am I the Tin Man?
“Oil! Oil!” I wanted to scream hoping Dorothy or the Scarecrow would come along and help
I tried to get my pace back up to where it had been yesterday but I was so stiff I couldn’t seem to get my legs to bend.
I tried my little “jog” that I do to get myself moving but that wasn’t working either.
When I made it to 1.5 miles I was shocked that I still felt stiff.
Will I ever loosen up??
Halfway back I knew my time was going to be much longer than it had been the previous day.
I started to feel discouraged thinking that I was burning far fewer calories than I usually do because I couldn’t manage to get my heartrate and pace up to where it usually is.
“This is why it’s better for me to NOT go first thing in the morning. This is why! I should have waited until after I’d woken up and had my coffee…my body would have loosened up…that’s when I’m at my prime. My body can move. I can do my little “jog” thing where I can get my heartrate up. That’s where the real calorie burning comes in, right?? This mess…this plodding along stiff like a tin man…this is just a waste of time“
You see, that jerk Satan knows that I’ve been teetering on the edge of that slippery slope.
He knows all I need is one good push and I’ll be flying down it face first like a kid on a Slip N Slide.
He knows me all too well. He understands how my mind works.
He knows that I don’t really want to get up and go walking.
What I really want is to get a dozen freshly made warm glazed donuts with a side of cinnamon buns and watch reruns of “Dr.Who” on Netflix.
So if he can just get me to put off walking until later in the day then he’s just gained a few more hours to wedge his way into my head and convince me that Krispy Kreme is much more comforting than a 3 mile walk.
But Satan’s crafty too. He doesn’t avoid the truth.
He uses it against you. In fact, he’ll use as much truth is needed to get you to swallow the lie.
Doesn’t a lie always sound more credible with some truth sprinkled in it?
Here’s a perfect example.
The truth is that research has shown working out later in the afternoon IS actually better than early morning.
Apparently about 4 to 5 pm is where it’s at!
Your body temperature is at its highest, your strength output is 5% higher and your aerobic capacity is 4% higher in the afternoon.
I know this to be true because I’ve personally experienced the difference between working out early in the morning and working out in the afternoon.
That bit of truth really benefits Satan where I’m concerned.
But here’s an even greater truth and you won’t hear Satan advertising this one.
Working out ANYTIME is always better than working out NEVER.
I’m just one of those people that needs to do things first thing in the morning in order to make sure they get done.
You see, if I let too much of my day go by then I lose my motivation.
I don’t think I’m alone on this one.
- Jesus ” very early in the morning, while it was still dark, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed” (Mark 1:35).
- David did the same thing. “In the morning, O Lord, you hear my voice. In the morning, I lay my requests before you in expectation.” (Psalm 5:3)
- “I rise before dawn and cry for help. I have put my hope in Your Word”(Psalm 119:147)
Here’s what my brother said. You know the one that lost 250 lbs? 🙂
“The tiny 1% of improvement you get by doing it later in the day is trumped by 2 things. You risk missing the workout altogether because you waited and something else came up . Secondly and most important, your brain and emotional state will be weaker throughout the day because Satan has more time to mess with you trying to convince you to give up.”
For me, this is a battle in my mind. If I don’t get this done early, chances are I will slowly stop doing it altogether.
So I may burn a few less calories in the morning because I’m stiff BUT I will still be getting it done.
And getting it done is what matters.
Unfortunately, I realized at the end of that last sentence that I had just uttered words of wisdom from Larry the Cable Guy.
So what else can I do but this…