Recently I wrote about how aviation risk assessments relate to safety. In the post I write:
“To “be safe”, one cannot just passively wish for it… It embodies the never-ending “if-this then-that” type of choices and personal decisions that we make in order to avoid mishaps...”
Replace “safe” with “healthy” to see where I am going with this.
Though my diet has remained relatively consistent, I cheat regularly with my vice, ice-cream. I no longer religiously practice yoga and run on the treadmill like I’m running the Chicago marathon. Because of that, I’ve gained weight and loss muscle tone.
Maintaining flexibility is exactly what my over 50 body needs and exercising helps my mind and body – I know this.
So, ten years after my brothers accident and the loss of my Granny, why have I become complacent about my health?
I think I was focusing on the wrong thing.
Exercise has never been part of my routine life.
I have always “worked-out” to keep my weight down.
In high school, college, and in every phase of my life since then, I have only worked-out when my weight starts to creep up.
I have looked at exercise with distain for as long as I can remember.
As I stopped to think about that, it’s pretty easy to see that I associate exercising with “getting-fat”…
and I don’t feel good, in any way, when I “feel fat”. I think of working out as like a punishment
This injury has reminded me how lucky I am to breathe freely, move without effort or pain, and live my life, as I choose to live it, without the barrier of a physical limitation or a chronic disease.
My abililty to work-out, in any shape or form, is a blessing.
Thus I am choosing to shift my perspective on exercise.
Instead of something that I “hate to do/have to do” to keep my weight down, it’ll simply be what keeps me strong and healthy.
I was focusing on the wrong thing.