That Little Voice

I've been to the gym for nine out of the last twelve days. For me, this is new. This is different. This is good. So what's the problem?

Well, for every day that I go, I write a "G" in my date book. Rather than in any way celebrating the increasingly large collection of G's, the thoughts enter my head, the questions start of when the G's will stop appearing and I will have once again failed to follow through on something I start. It's somewhat discouraging.

I think that this time my strategy will be to accept that this is how I think. I won't try to conquer it. It's o.k. I'm doing my best and I will keep trying to go to the gym. Maybe I'll stop writing down the G's. My body will know when I exercise - not my date book.

Surprisingly, given my athletic history, I enjoy this gym thing. And I'm letting myself enjoy. Wow. Change may really be possible. Maybe that little voice of discouragement will even change and find something a lot more interesting to talk about. Or maybe it'll just learn to keep quiet. That might be the best thing.

JAHD