“If you don’t design your own life plan, chances are you’ll fall into someone else’s plan. And guess what they have planned for you? Not much.”
American business and motivational speaking expert
If it weren’t for my dear friend, Lisa, I probably would’ve totally blown off my cardio one recent Friday.
After a scrumptious business luncheon and dabbling in a little bite of dessert, then the drive back into Chicago facing me, the last thing I wanted to do was my hour’s cardio for the day.
And, before I knew it, it was 4:30 and I absolutely had to get that dang cardio over with – if nothing else, to assuage my guilt for the desserts I devoured at lunch.
Did I say “desserts,” as in plural?
Oy, they were just the teeniest, tiniest, squares of Petit Four-ed, sugary-frosted confection – and well, I just had to, I mean, I had two! I think . . .
But what really drove me to the treadmill as soon as I got home – was not only Lisa’s text telling me that SHE just got done squeezing in HER cardio – after falling off her health and fitness wagon a bit over the last few weeks – but the fact that there was an art opening at the gallery in my building, and they were serving Sugar Bliss’s ridiculously sublime, red velvet mini cupcakes as part of the refreshments!
I just knew there was no way I’d be able to climb past that mountainous platter-full of red velvet delight on the way to my apartment, so I absolutely HAD to get my big butt over to the club to squeeze in that hour of cardio cos I knew full well what temptation lay ahead.
Remember, you can’t exercise away a bad diet, however, there is such a thing as a little “redemption cardio” every now and again.
Those cupcakes left me no choice but to chain myself to the treadmill with the magic number of 30 minutes dancing in my head. Hey, half is better than nothing, I bargained.
One thing lead to another and when 30 minutes showed up in little red dots right before my watering eyes, and weighing the fact of all the white starch and sugar carbs I ate at lunch – well, I eeked out the whole 60 minutes to ease my cardio conscience.
Ever notice how you bargain with yourself when it comes to your diet and daily cardio? You realize you’re bargaining with the Devil, right?
“I’ll just do 30 minutes on the treadmill cos I’m lucky I’m here and really don’t have time to do more,” I thought.
“Who’s lucky you’re here?” said my Demon, “you or me? You know darn well that if I had anything to do with it, I’d have you blow off all this stupid, waste-of-time, daily cardio crap altogether and before you could spell Hell’s Bells, you’d be back to your fat old self at 317-plus pounds again . . . I’m just sayin’.”
I couldn’t believe my ears at what my Demon said, and it really P’d me off, so just to show him who’s boss, I literally forced myself to do the last fifteen minutes of my hour on that crazy cardio contraption getting the full Monty in for the day, anyway.
And during every second of my grueling hour’s Torture on the Tread, my Demon yakked away in my head – and it wasn’t pretty.
“To heck with it,” I’d hear my weak-ass self say, with my finger perched a mere sliver from the stop button, much to my smiling Demon’s delight.
“Oh, no you don’t, you fat slug. You know that blowing off your cardio one day leads to two, then three, and before you know it, you’ll be up five, ten or even fifteen pounds – and that’s the last friggin’ thing you need, sister. So, just keep on keepin’ on till you get the whole hour in.”
And that’s exactly what I did – my Demon puffing fiery, brimstone BS in my ear the whole way.
I know only too well what I have to do to maintain my weight and wellness, but as evidenced here, sometimes it ain’t easy.
It’s up to you whether you give in and listen to your Demon or not. I choose to be stronger than he and continue following my path for health, fitness and wellness. In the end, it’s all that really matters.
If you don’t design your own health and fitness plan, chances are you’ll fall into someone else’s plan.