Okay, so to the myriad of hopeful people who begin a "workout program" right after the new year, I ask of you: why are we really doing this to ourselves?
The assigning of a ridiculously intense physical regimen and an expensive gym membership to our daily life with the actual belief that we will be able to continue, nay even fully commit to, it for any serious amount of time is...well...it's really just a set up for disaster.
However, I don't believe the inevitable failure is due to an inability to commit, or to actually DO activities that are physically intense (Lord knows we've all been in college), I believe that it all stems from motives.
How many of us are actually beginning to work out because we believe that if we do exercise our bodies just a little bit more every day, we will actually achieve a greater sense of peace and comfort which will in turn make us more in harmony with the world and its people at large?
Nuh uh. Most of us have one of two thoughts: a) my butt doesn't look good in these pants; or b) my doctor says if I don't start doing yoga, I'm going to have another heart attack.
(I will spare you all my virilant and copious thoughts on "yoga" at this juncture).
So, with these fearful and selfish motives in our souls, is it any wonder that we fail? That after about three, nay even two weeks, the gym membership card starts to accumulate dust in our wallets. Or, as it dangles from our key chain while we're stuck in traffic on the 101, do we not feel, once again, that horrible sense of shame that usually leads to the need for an entire pint of Vanilla Haagen-Daz? And there we are...once again...with a bad heart and a fat ass. Sigh...
I guess the point is, if we really want to change, our motives have to be...well...not about our butts. Or Ice Cream (shudder, shudder). Maybe we can start with just a good little walk each morning and see where that takes us.
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