I hear so many people whine that eating right is hard, or they are too tired to get up early to work out or just too busy to write down what they eat.
I read a neat passage once that puts that into perspective. We have the same 24 hours in the day as Robert Jarvis, Marie Curie, Einstein and Louis Pasteur had. I think if they can develop the artificial heart, the theory of relativity, discover new radio active elements, oh and in their spare time develop a vaccine for rabies, I really think we can eek out the time to journal what we eat or go for a short walk.
Yep, living healthy is hard. We have to wrestle with those inner demons that hijack our carts at the grocery store and then mysteriously stop right in front of the Sara Lee Chocolate Pies, or the voice that tries to convince you to put on your pajamas and have a threesome with Ben and Jerry when you get home from work instead of jumping on the treadmill.
You know what else is hard? Hard is shooting up with insulin everyday before a meal, or having neuropathy in your hands so bad you can’t tell when you’re holding a fork. Hard is having diabetes take control of your eyes and not being able to read a book. Hard, is being so overweight our knees and hips have given up and we are in so much pain we are forced to use one of those amigo carts to get around. Hard is being so overweight and debilitated we qualify for a handicapped sticker because we can’t walk more than five steps without nearly passing out. Hard is having your first heart attack at 39 because you think steak is its own food group and your cholesterol looks like a decent major league batting average.
We each have to decide for ourselves are we going to turn up our sleeves and do this or are we going to make excuses and not turn up to change our lives at all