I rolled out of bed at 7:30 this morning. I've been trying to get up at 5:30 so as to get to the gym and be all exercizy without rushing. In the past, if I rolled out of be at 7:30, I would have nixed the gym. I would have declared no time for such gym frivolities and been off to the shower. I don't really like getting the gym at 7:30. It just seems way too late in the morning to be exercising. Then I asked the question: WWAPWD?
What would a postal worker do? Would a postal worker not go to the gym? Would a postal worker shirk her duties? And then I remembered the famous creed carved into the US postal building in New York City:
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds
I was swept over with a wave of guilt (ok, it wasn't that bad). I mean really, if a postal worker will go out in 'gloom' then I can surely get my fattus buttockus to the gym. And thus, I willed myself to do it much like Yoda willing Luke's plane out of the swamps of Dagobah. Actually, I think I had to use more mental energy than Yoda.
I have decided that I will go to the gym every day no matter what. As long as I'm healthy enough to go to the gym, it will happen, every day. Perhaps there are people who can lose weight without exercising, but I am not one of those people. Exercise must happen. And so it shall.