Exercise

One goal that I have had for several years, but never attained was including more exercise into my life. One of the ways I wanted to do that was to start jogging.  There was always something standing in the way, and I believe that thing was fear.

My father died of a heart attack at age 42.

What if the same thing happened to me?

So, I waited.

I delayed.

I made excuses.

I'm happy to say that as of this writing I have been jogging/ walking for at least a mile, three times a week.

One day I went for it.

I found a semi flat place, remember I live in the White Mountains of New Hampshire.

I clocked a half a mile and then turned the van around to my starting point and parked.

It was much easier then I anticipated, and in all honesty the more I do it the better I feel.  Yesterday I wore a size 14, something that I have not done in years.

Although losing weight is a wonderful bonus, I truly want to feel good.

At 43 years old, I still have a lot of life ahead of me. Unless of course the Lord decides to take me home early.  If He doesn't, then I want to be healthy. I want to be able to move.

If you are reading this and you have given up on exercise, I am telling you don't. It is never too late to start moving.

It may be slow going, that's okay. You may get sore, that's okay.  Move through it. One of my days I was so stiff and sore. I took a day off, but then got right back out there and moved through the pain. I am so glad that I did!

Exercise is good, it is what our bodies are designed for.