I was watching a video about 2 morbidly obese people, while eating fried chicken & drinking Dr Pepper. Man,did my toes get stepped on. Reality hit hard,as my lazy habits were exposed like a man’s penis in a public bathroom. I might as well have been up there on that stage relating to those 2 morbidly obese people. As guilty as I felt I also felt excitement,knowing what I need to do to lose weight. Folks I need to exercise. Inactivity is keeping me fat. Time to clear a space for my exercise stepper. Time to bring my dumbells to my area. Time to start moving…get active.
Excuses? Nope…not at all…only choices. I choose to eat what I want. I choose to be inactive. I choose to binge on alcohol nightly. I make poor choices & could make better ones. I’m NOT making excuses…I’m making choices. I choose what to do & what not to do. I choose to NOT clear the space I need. Choices…NOT excuses.