There are times I become complacent. One sure sign that I’m on the “lazy train” is when there’s an inverse correlation between the amount of tv watched vs. hours in the gym (or otherwise participating in some type physical activity). When I start down this path, it is very grim, indeed.
On this journey, conversations with myself might go something like, “put the chips down…” with a response of “it’s been a stressful day, I’ll just have one…
one bag”. Then I go on to say, “you have no self control… seriously, put them down…” To which I respond, “I’ll go to the gym tomorrow…. crunch, munch, munch…”
Needless to say, it is unlikely that there will be a visit to the gym tomorrow, especially when I’m on the lazy train to the land of complacency. I feel quite cozy as a couch potato, thank you very munch!
A few nights ago we were watching “The Taste”… a great reality cooking-challenge type of show. Viewing the judges gorge on the huge spoonfuls of gourmet fair stirred up guilt inside of me… In an attempt to shake off the lazy-bugs, I tried to jump up and do a frenzy of exercises during every commercial break. At first, I noticed that the family surrounding me was mortified. I have to admit, the jungle of curls shoved into a bun on the top of my head, paired with my “work-out” attire consisting of jiggling bra-free in a loose t-shirt and my oversized PJ pants, was quite a sight.
As the fourth commercial started, I began a series of aerobics moves from the 80‘s. I tossed in the “sprinkler” and “grapevine” for good measure. I soon noticed that my daughter and husband were wrestling… A few moments later, my son joined in by bouncing from one couch cushion to the next. The mood lightened and I realized that the family had embraced the insanity. By the next commercial break, my husband grabbed my hands and lead me in the country swing… Granted, for us it’s more a full-contact fight for control than anything resembling actual dance moves… 20 years of marriage can have that effect on a couple. The kids were jumping and dancing around us… the world didn’t seem so grim after all. The chips were a forgotten memory.
They say that desperate times call for desperate measures. Whether it’s parking farther away from the store, taking the stairs… or embracing your inner dance diva during commercials — there are many ways to derail the lazy train! For now, mission accomplished.
What are you doing to derail your lazy train?
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