How to do what you don’t want to do.

Raise your hand if you have no troubles at all motivating yourself to do something you really DO want to do.

Like, let’s say: watch TV.

Aaaaand all hands are up!

Ok. Raise your hand if you don’t want to be bothered with That Thing That Is Good For You But You Don’t Want To Do.

Like, oh, say: exercise.

Look at that! All hands are up again!

ah huh… I get you.

I even hear that little click in your brain that sounds a lot like: “Sooo… What are we going to do about it?”

Well. Here it is: Pair something you LOVE with something you don’t really want to do but still need to do.

Like, for instance: watch TV while exercising.

It works for me–keeps me from being absolutely miserable over what I’m trying to do. And it’ll probably work for you, too.

We are fast-foodies. We are inspiration junkies. We are artists. We are creative. We are creatures of comfort–motivated by desire, not discipline. It’s true. And if we don’t want to do something, then we won’t. Our “want” has to overpower our “won’t.”

I mentioned before that I’ve watched Alias while on the elliptical, and friends, it’s a magical combo! …until I got a bit tired of Alias (Sydney: if you’re reading, I’m so sorry. I still want to be able to do side kicks like you do.) Solution? I moved on to another magical show.

What’s next for me? Get up early, like the grown-up that I am, and do my morning writings, like the artist I want to be. How? My best shot is Ice Cream for breakfast. This will probably also “tip the scales” in an unfavorable direction… Problematic, yes.

What about you? What would you say is your “That Thing That Is Good For You But You Don’t Want To Do?” Seeing any possible magical pairings?

Have you ever stood up straight? (my take on “yoga”)

I used to think “yoga” was some other religion or something. And, yes, traditional Yoga is. But, when we grab our trendy “yoga” mat and head to the gym, we’re doing an exercise based on poses from traditional Yoga. Breathing. Stretches. Movements. Postures. Most true Yogis would say that what we’re doing is not legitimate Yoga. And I would agree with them. But we still call it “yoga” since the phrase “yoga-cise” just hasn’t caught on.

I got into “yoga” to relieve mental and physical stress. That part of me that used to think “yoga” was a bad idea is still pretty cautious. I’m anti-Harry Potter, for crying out loud.

(This not a post about Harry Potter. Stay with me here.)

(To be clear: I’m not inviting a Harry Potter debate in the comments. Mkay? Love and hugs to you all.)

Anyway, back to the un-spiritual “yoga-cise.”

The stuff I do isn’t related to my subconscious or meditative prayer. The instructors don’t talk about being one with God – or different states of consciousness. They just instruct me to stretch my body. Strengthen my muscles. Get into shape. Control my breathing. Eliminate stress that has been stored up in my shoulders and neck and back, causing me to wake up in pain.

For example, one of the poses is called “Mountain Pose” – standing up – tall – feet flat on the floor – back straight and even – head held high – arms down by your side – slowly breathing.

I could be wrong, but I think an R-rated movie will do more damage to my soul.

I asked my theologian husband if he thought “yoga” was evil:

“It’s exercise… I mean, to get to stand there and balance on one leg? meh. I think everyone gets to do that.”

I kinda see it in a similar light as the issue of “eating food sacrificed to idols” that Paul mentions in First Corinthians… For some, this could compromise their conscience. For others, it may be no big deal.

For me, “yoga” means less 5am backaches and less 5pm headaches…

And, just ask my husband, I’m much more Godly if I’ve gotten a good night’s rest! :)

Apples to Apples

Drew and I have been trying to get healthy this summer. Less caffeine. Less sugar (well, not the kissin’ kind). Less carbs. Less eating. More exercising.

I’m stocking up on salads and fruit.

I like fuji apples.

A lot.

I know some people might see them as a deviation from the norm, but I don’t care. I like fujis, no matter how weird you think I am. I thought they were weird, until I tried them. Sweet heaven. I left those bitter Granny Smiths behind, and I don’t regret it one bite (err, I mean, bit)!

What sort of apple person are you?

i stare and i don’t care

Tuesday, July 8th, 2008

5:10 pm

i stare at him from across the gym, from my swishy girly barely-breaking-a-sweat low-impact machine. i watch as he lifts and flexes and curls.

he’s so handsome. chiseled. tan. i can’t help but stare.

and i don’t care.

i stare as he walks between sets. i don’t care that he notices i’m staring.

i stare as he pulls his white earphones out again and again to respond politely to her, then quickly returns his attention to his music.

and i don’t care.

i don’t care that she speaks to him.

i don’t care, because what she doesn’t know is that i will be the one that stares into his baby blue eyes before falling asleep tonight.