I hate to get all fast and loose with L-words like "lame" or "lazy" or "lounger log," but since I'd vowed to start exercising for at least 15 minutes every day of the week, and I've only done it about five days out of 31, I'm feeling a little like a loser.
Oh, sure, I always mean to exercise — and by "always" I mean mostly. But then just when I mean to start an activity, my mouth pops open like a PEZ dispenser and an excuse springs out. So now I'm an excuse dispenser.
I cannot seem to commit to doing something, anything, that might elevate my heart rate or build a muscle fiber or cause sweat to flush out a pore. For 15 minutes. That is lame. I know.
I really do know. What's 15 minutes in a lifetime, or even a day? It's just barely one quarter of one hour. With 24 hours in a day making 96 whole quarters of hours — 96 of them! — that's a significant number of time blocks I'm avoiding during a day.
Yet, I'm pretty sure that with minimal effort I can come up with something to do in every one of those 15-minute time blocks.
I can't be having that. It might lead to other things — real, actual exercise things — that could be done in 15 minutes:
It's so simple — I know it's a trick.
I start doing this exercise stuff and then I'll start feeling good and then I'll start feeling good about myself.
We can't be having any of that nonsense.
Pass me a doughnut and give me my chair and the remote. I'm happy here in my lazy, lounger log world. All 96 time blocks of it.
(No, I'm not kidding myself at http://viewnorth40.wordpress.com.)