This is the deal:
I’m 37, going on 82.
I’ve never met a carbohydrate I didn’t love.
I haven’t seen an arm muscle in about a decade.
And I think I have an inner athlete in me…but she has laid dormant for a very long time.
So yesterday, I made the decision to engage a personal trainer on my journey.
And I’m petrified.
But the reality is:
I’m a rule follower. A type-A gal.
And to be honest…I need a little toughness. If I say I can’t do something…or don’t have time….I’d love it, if someone would just say, “b*&# PLEASE,” and make me do it anyway. Colorful language optional, of course.
I’ve read every book out there about nutrition, wellness, and health. I don’t need more information. I know what I’m supposed to do. I know how the body works. I know my body and I listen to it, for the most part…except when it tells me to exercise. Or not to eat ice cream. Then I tell it to shut up and I do what I want!
So here’s to taking the fear…head on. And the anxiety. And the excuses. And all those things that hold us back….
What fear are you holding on to?