Last night as I sat in my room with laptop, TV and music going it occurred to me that perhaps I'm hiding from the world. Hoping that if it doesn't see me, it won't give me another beating. You see, I had promised myself that I would go for a walk after work, but instead I flopped on the bed and plugged into my electronic umbilical cord of comfort.
I was irritated with myself for doing that, but then the devil on my shoulder convinced me that my feet hurt and walking was stupid. I really need to hire someone to exorsize that devil off of my shoulder. He talks me into doing nothing far too often. I need to hire the angel on the other shoulder a personal trainer so that it is less wimpy.
I used to be so much better about deciding what to do and then following through. I managed to plow through opposition and push aside my personal demons with a lot less effort. Now a days it seems as if I need outside help to get my butt into gear and do something! When did I become such a porch hound? Blech!
Any suggestions on how to shake the lethargy out of these bones?
