Life is Healthy

As I was lying in bed this morning, contemplating whether I should get up and go to work or not, I had all these wonderful ideas for todays' post. By the time I got to work, however, the ideas had flown from my head to some distant location known only to them.

I can't see. I can't see. You lost your glasses.
Over the weekend, I lost my third pair of reading glasses. We were at a mall with my little nephews and niece at the time. I told them I lost my "old lady" glasses. So I searched for a store that sold the ready-made kind—I always wear this kind anyway. Why spend a fortune for prescription glasses that are going to do the same thing? I found a Sears that had them—so I bought two pairs. And I bought the "eyeglass leashes" that old ladies use.

When I was younger, I swore I would never use these. But after losing three pair—that's at least $60—they started to seem like a good idea. And, you know what? They are. It's funny. After you get to a certain age—you really don't care anymore. I wish I had known that when I was young. I guess we all would've like to have been clued in.

The diet's OK. The exercise is, well, . . . .
OK. So as for the diet, it's still going well. As for the exercise—at least I walked around a mall for a couple of hours over the weekend. And at least I got some walking in on Sunday, too. I'd love to get back to the gym. I need to get back to the gym. I will get back to the gym. I need I like. There's one I want to try out, but have been putting off.

What's the real reason?
Why? I'm not sure. Is it the money? A little bit—but I consider it money well spent for the most part. So that's not really it. Am I afraid I'll end up not going? Sort of. All in all, I think I'm just afraid. And that's what I'm trying to get past in my life in all areas—not just health and fitness. Why am I afraid of so many things? I wasn't when I was a kid.

What changed so much? I know people say that you mature when you get older and your priorities change. But do they really change—or do we just get complacent? Does life just become routine and then we think it's too hard to do anything else? It would take too much work to change? Do we think we're too old?

Maybe the real question is: Why can't I change? Do I believe all of the things I tell myself so I don't have to change because it would hard? And I don't want to do anything hard? (If you watch The Office this would be a good place to insert: "That's what she said.")

Anyway, those are my thoughts for the day.