“Oh, that Jess. She is such a fitness fanatic. You should see her with exercise, she’s incredible!” said no one ever.
I hate exercise. I don’t like being tired, I don’t like be sweaty, and I don’t like being useless at something. When I was a teenager, I was quite good at swimming. I trained daily with a swimming club that had a real coach and a pool and everything. But I hated it. I would tell my mom when I woke up that my stomach was sore, in preparation for a major health complication I had planned for after school, so that my excuse to not go swimming at 5pm would seem more legit.
Admittedly, I’ve faked liking exercise. When I was dating my husband Tom, I went mountain-biking with him on a mountain. And we went surfing together quite a few times. I even used to train with him in his home-made gym, and let him shout and count how many pull-ups I did and time me with the skipping rope. Ah, young love. If he tried that now, I would literally kill him. Well, not literally, but he would have good reason to fear for his life.
If I want to bring more discipline into my life, I know I need to start with one aspect. The problem is if I say I’m going to get fit, eat better, keep my cupboards tidy, manage my time more efficiently, have more regular quiet times, and just be better at everything in the whole wide world – then I know I will get overwhelmed and eat a pack of ham while watching reruns of 30 Rock. I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again.
So in order to bring more discipline into my life, I’ve decided to start with one aspect…
And unfortunately, I have resigned myself to the fact that one aspect is going to be exercise.
What I’m realising is that I’ve always been
a bit/very ill-disciplined with health, because I actually don’t believe I need to exercise . And as I posted previously, the only thing that will get me disciplined is Belief.
My list of unbelieving excuses about exercise include:
- I don’t need to lose weight. Why else would you ever ever exercise? Seriously.
- I have a fast metabolism and my ridiculously noisy stomach is proof that my digestive system alone can keep me fairly slender (see point 1).
- I am the only one who didn’t get the flu this winter even though I didn’t exercise. My husband Tom, who uses things like kettle bells and heart rate monitors and muscles, has been sick twice. Hah.
- Exercising is selfish and I’m a martyr who puts other people first.
- I hate being sweaty.
- I don’t have time to exercise because I work, study, mom, wife and a bazillion other things that are simply more important (see point 4).
If I don’t believe in exercise, what do I believe in? If I’m going to get disciplined, I’m going to need to believe.
“If I want to bring more discipline into my life, I know I need to start with one aspect.”
What is one thing that you could be more disciplined about?