The Struggle

Well the fight starts again tomorrow. It will be a quiet, stalkerish fight at first. I don't want to scare the fat. From here forward though; my body is my temple and will be treated as such. I will treat my self with respect and healthful choices. I will drink the water, practice the yoga, I will run......jog.......walk; I will walk on lunch breaks, and eat the veggies...(sometimes).

The truth of the matter is, it is hard to make the time and create the energy needed to exercise. And its not really the exercise that is exhausting, it is the aftermath of the exercise. The extra food cravings, and all there is are sweets. The sore muscles, and you still have house cleaning and laundry to do. The extra sleep needed,  but the kids get sick, or you work late or...anything else that keeps you from sleeping. The increased thirst, and there is to drink within reach is soda, or sugary drinks, or something warm and un-thirst quenching.

Everyone talks about how how it is a lifestyle change not just a diet change. It is not just overcoming laziness; it is over coming social anxiety, fears of the unknown, being murdered while jogging. It is also about re-training the family. I don't want to exchange family time for exercise time, and if no one wants to get out of the house and do something that is free. I am suddenly faced with choosing healthy outside time alone, or family time filled with indoor sedentary laughter.

The moment exercise or healthy food costs more money than the other option of less money; suddenly I'm faced with choosing between, healthier food for 1 week followed by no food for a week, or less healthy food for 2 weeks. Or money spent on physical activity that the family wants to participate in or back to the house and spend family time filled with sedentary laughter.

This is not just a struggle it is my #frinkinfatfight