Confession time: I have fallen off the wagon, but I am getting back up! I realized last week that I had not been exercising like I had meant to….oh, I had good intentions, but life seemed to snap me like a whip after vacation. As much fun as we had on vacation, and as much exercise as I got walking all over St. Augustine and playing in the ocean, I never once opened my T-Tapp while there. I figured once I got home, I would get right back into my routine. Alas, that did not happen quite how I thought it would. The first day home we spent unpacking and regrouping. And then SCHOOL! My older girls had classes Thursday and Friday, and then we had to preserve all the food the Handy Man picked out of the garden. Before I knew it, the weekend had passed and we were in full school mode.
School time here is very busy–we “do” school from about 8:30 until 3:00, with some time out for lunch and chores, and then we have activities every evening. Add to the mix a toddler who desperately needs potty training and all the needs of a house full of people, and exercise fell to the side–right out of that wagon!
I could use all this busy-ness as a reason to forsake my exercise program. It rationalizes out very nicely in my mind. Except that it is just that–a rationalization for wrong behavior. How easy it is to come up with excuses, but excuses don’t lead one to success. And I know it.
I mention my failure because it was an acute reminder to me that I cannot become complacent in my exercising. Nor can I allow excuses to reign over my agenda. And really, isn’t that the danger in all of the things that are of great worth in life? My spiritual life and growth, discipling our children, homeschooling, friendship–these are all things that come to mind when I think of things that require my diligence and attention. They are all things that suffer when I make excuses.
So the bad news is that I fell off the wagon. I gained back a few of the precious inches I had lost (not many, but even one is too many!) And now, I am back at my regularly planned exercise. I covenanted with myself that I would do five days in a row this week and go back to my regular schedule next week. I am two days in and I know that even though my bed is warm and snug early in the morning, even though I have a dozen things that scream for my attention every morning (my youngest children among them), even though sometimes my body just doesn’t want to work out, I can do this. I must. The alternative is to go back to where I was or stay where I am. And that is not acceptable.
So here I am, picking myself back up from the fall off the wagon. I thank Jesus that I don’t do this alone! He promised He would never leave or forsake me….and I know that his promise applied to my exercise as much as any other trial I will ever have in life. Whining toddlers come to mind. But that is a story for a different day.