I have had about 1300 miles to think about what to do while in transit from my last home to my new one. This is a fresh start. This is a new life. This is why I love moving.
First off, all exercise equipment will be in one place. This one place is going to be so rad. It will be a place to which I enjoy retreating. I might even stack up fresh white (scented?) towels and install my own water cooler in there. For real. Yes.
Secondly, I will start waking up earlier. This would have been easier if I had moved west instead of east (judging by my normal time, it would have helped to move WAY west, like Thailand, but that's not possible yet). It just must be done. There are too many demands on my time to have it any other way.
I also have to start taking responsibility for this action, this waking up early business. It sounds strange, but since I've gotten married I have started to depend on my husband for a lot. It's almost like I lived another life before we got together. In any case, I actually got angry he didn't wake me up the other day. After he apologized (he is amazing, yes), I realized I have gone wacko.
But hey, this is all about being honest.
That's why they make annoying alarm clocks, gentle alarm clocks, big alarm clocks, small alarm clocks.... because no matter which way I need it, I need to set one. Me.
But after all these thoughts, there must be action. Do I believe exercise is important? Well, yes. Does my life reflect that?
As I was reading in Not a Fan by Kyle Idleman yesterday (p.106), Idleman quotes James of the Bible: "Faith by itself, if not accompanied by action, is dead." Idleman expounds the statement, "When I was studying about the word 'belief' I came across a secular article written by a psychiatrist. In the article he addressed the beliefs of his patients that had no basis in reality. A patient may sincerely believe he could fly - but that didn't mean anything because there was nothing to back that up. The patient might be an abusive husband that sincerely believes abuse is wrong - but he doesn't really believe that because his stated belief is contradicted by reality. But when the psychiatrist was speaking about his patients with beliefs that had no basis in reality he didn't call them 'beliefs.' Do you know what he called them? He called them 'delusions.' We don't think of it this way, but here's an important truth that needs some attention in circles of faith: A belief, no matter how sincere, if not reflected in reality isn't a belief; it's a delusion."
Holy smokes.
How can I have evidence of my beliefs in real life? I don't want to be delusional (especially in God's eyes)! I can study and talk all day long, but if I am not like Jesus to people, what am I? Delusional.
So I'll bring it around to exercise: must do what it takes. I don't want to be a delusional exerciser. I don't want to be a delusional personal trainer for that matter.
Studying about exercising, knowing about exercising, and helping others exercise does not count as exercising. For a while, it had to (bearing a child is really, really important!). Now it doesn't have to.
If you read the first post, I described how one evening the switch just TURNED ON again. But I can't depend on feelings forever to get me out the door. So today's experience was different. It was a deliberate waking up early (courtesy of some discipline) - and it still felt good once I got there. I mean, I love the feeling of going into a hotel workout room with my bedhead and - worse - bed face. It's a posh place. I am not posh. YESSSS. A small little rebellion. My own.
[For more about rebellion, read again in a couple of days.]
Exercising for real is great. I mean, just great. The good stuff is flowing, my outlook on life is sunny, and - at least for today - I cannot be called delusional.
Get moving!
First off, all exercise equipment will be in one place. This one place is going to be so rad. It will be a place to which I enjoy retreating. I might even stack up fresh white (scented?) towels and install my own water cooler in there. For real. Yes.
Secondly, I will start waking up earlier. This would have been easier if I had moved west instead of east (judging by my normal time, it would have helped to move WAY west, like Thailand, but that's not possible yet). It just must be done. There are too many demands on my time to have it any other way.
I also have to start taking responsibility for this action, this waking up early business. It sounds strange, but since I've gotten married I have started to depend on my husband for a lot. It's almost like I lived another life before we got together. In any case, I actually got angry he didn't wake me up the other day. After he apologized (he is amazing, yes), I realized I have gone wacko.
But hey, this is all about being honest.
That's why they make annoying alarm clocks, gentle alarm clocks, big alarm clocks, small alarm clocks.... because no matter which way I need it, I need to set one. Me.
But after all these thoughts, there must be action. Do I believe exercise is important? Well, yes. Does my life reflect that?
As I was reading in Not a Fan by Kyle Idleman yesterday (p.106), Idleman quotes James of the Bible: "Faith by itself, if not accompanied by action, is dead." Idleman expounds the statement, "When I was studying about the word 'belief' I came across a secular article written by a psychiatrist. In the article he addressed the beliefs of his patients that had no basis in reality. A patient may sincerely believe he could fly - but that didn't mean anything because there was nothing to back that up. The patient might be an abusive husband that sincerely believes abuse is wrong - but he doesn't really believe that because his stated belief is contradicted by reality. But when the psychiatrist was speaking about his patients with beliefs that had no basis in reality he didn't call them 'beliefs.' Do you know what he called them? He called them 'delusions.' We don't think of it this way, but here's an important truth that needs some attention in circles of faith: A belief, no matter how sincere, if not reflected in reality isn't a belief; it's a delusion."
Holy smokes.
How can I have evidence of my beliefs in real life? I don't want to be delusional (especially in God's eyes)! I can study and talk all day long, but if I am not like Jesus to people, what am I? Delusional.
So I'll bring it around to exercise: must do what it takes. I don't want to be a delusional exerciser. I don't want to be a delusional personal trainer for that matter.
Studying about exercising, knowing about exercising, and helping others exercise does not count as exercising. For a while, it had to (bearing a child is really, really important!). Now it doesn't have to.
If you read the first post, I described how one evening the switch just TURNED ON again. But I can't depend on feelings forever to get me out the door. So today's experience was different. It was a deliberate waking up early (courtesy of some discipline) - and it still felt good once I got there. I mean, I love the feeling of going into a hotel workout room with my bedhead and - worse - bed face. It's a posh place. I am not posh. YESSSS. A small little rebellion. My own.
[For more about rebellion, read again in a couple of days.]
Exercising for real is great. I mean, just great. The good stuff is flowing, my outlook on life is sunny, and - at least for today - I cannot be called delusional.
Get moving!
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