No you didn't

You know what sucks about having a friend since you were ten years old? They can totally call you out on your shit. My friend Sondra is president of The Wellness Bitch Fan Club. That probably has something to do with the incredible transformation she’s made over her own health and wellness in the two and a half decades since we’ve known each other.  She’s educated, empowered, and spreads the good word.

So the other day, Sondra’s like, “Um, Wellness Bitch? Enough about air fresheners (I’m not getting rid of the vanilla room spray) and baking soda (does it really work?). You never write about exercise. What about the body in mind/body/spirit?”

I started making up all these excuses about why I don’t write about chi running or PX90 or The Bar Method. After humoring my hemming and hawing for about 45 seconds, she says, “Own up. You’re not exercising!”

Gulp. She’s so right. I’ve been completely slacking off on my exercise for like…I don’t know…forever. I was on a roll before the holidays with a fairly regular yoga practice and a new found love of the treadmill. But life and excuses got in the way and suddenly

WAKE UP. Taking on physical fitness, aerobic exercise, cardio, whatever you want to call it, is just as easy as taking on food. There is no difference. There is only choice. Up until this point, I simply didn’t choose it.

And I’m suffering. And so is my family. Not because I need to lose weight or prepare for a marathon. Because I’m a cranky, moody bitch who is healthy in every other way except for the fact that I don’t have a regular fitness regimen. There’s nothing left to blame it on.

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