I’ve been going to the gym. No, really. I mean it this time. The feeling is like watching a fog lift. After a moment you can see hints of low slung green grass and you remember that once, life flourished beyond the gray. It is not easy moving towards a healthier way of living. We are at the point where even my kids are tired of fast food and I run on two sugary cups of coffee a day. It isn’t too late to reverse course, which is how I wound up at the gym on Monday and Tuesday and purchased heavier home weights today in order to make sure I could still get some lifting in even if I couldn’t make it out.
In the back of my psyche is this blueprint of a perfect me. He is a man that devotes 30 minutes to an hour each day towards staying fit. Another hour goes towards writing and ten minutes are spent in front of the laptop squeezing out this blog. I’ve only managed to find the courage for the 10 minutes to become routine. I feel like the rest is finally coming around.
Habits are about repetition and reinforcement. Bad habits often hold some psychological ransom over the person. Some even hold a chemical ransom over the person. Good habits should operate in the same manner–as they did with the 10 minute rule. I have a long journey ahead of me to master the forming of good habits.