Good Evening (I know - it should be ‘Good Morning, Good Afternoon,or Good Late Afternoon, but - it appears this blog (at least for the moment) is an evening blog) - and if I’m not careful - will turn into the blog after the day for which it was named - surely, I can’t be writing it after midnight! No, that would never do.
It seems I tore through the day a bit like a hammer might. Because of this blasted lack of light (yes, there’s always something to complain about), and I didn’t get started on my day as early as I would have liked; I was doubly-downed by the hour and the lack of energy.
However! I still managed to get 40 minutes of cardio in plus, an entire routine of squats and pull-ups/chin-ups, and hanging crunches (the last, I invented myself… I think…).
It would also appear that I’ve succumbed to the idea that this could very well be just an online version (with some editing) of the running dialogue I’ve had going for the last 5 (could be 6, or 7… or 8…) years, with myself. I rarely read it but I should do that more often.
But here’s the ‘fact’ for the day: In order to get things done sometimes, one must approach matters with a giant, hammer - One must hurl lightening bolts towards one’s opponents - even if the opponent is oneself.
I say this because, I understand (through prior experience) that in order to be engaged, one must be awake - and out of bed - living ‘in the world’, not isolated from it.
Here’s the thing: I find that; in the morning, the longer I stay cocooned in our ‘perfectly marvellous’ nest - the more difficult it is to leave it - and the later the leaving, the less progress is made on any front. In other words - the day’s energy is sapped by simple morning lethargy, and this in turn leads to a certain involuntary apathy, so that once you have done all you can to muster the energy to start the engine - there is very little psychic fuel to make the vehicle move - that is when the Hammer of Thor must come into play - for one must rise above one’s own (and fully owned) sense of ennui, make the supreme effort to grab the proverbial Bull By the Horns, and ‘make the desired change’. This is no easy undertaking - finding the ability to overcome our inner voice of sloth requires focus and a belief system that goes beyond the usual ‘cheering’ we do for ourselves on a daily basis - because for some reason, physical activity does not respond to that particular type of hype. No, the body simply responds to the activity that puts it in motion - and once it finds a motion, or series of movements it likes, it will crave them on its own. To me, it’s like when one wishes to slake one’s thirst - the thirst is there not because you ‘feel’ like having something to drink, but rather, that your body it telling you what it needs. I’m not necessarily saying your body ‘begs you’ for more exercise (at least, not at the beginning), but when it is revived after a long slumber and muscles are tasked to carry weights or lift objects heavier than anything that’s come before, something significant happens and there is a ‘need’ that must be fulfilled. Look - I’ve been on both ends of the spectrum - quite heavy, on one end, and light at the other - I prefer the light end. I got here through sheer determination and resolve and by ignoring the little voice ( and people?) who might have said it’s not possible - I’ve lost ,at least, over 35 lbs (over 4 years) and I’ve kept it off - this-truly-is-a-good-thing! Martha Stewart would approve. But more than that, Jupiter/Jove would approve - and I know for certain that Thor would approve because focus is extremely important to someone who carries, and hurls a huge weight. What!?
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