Put your money where your mouth is
I don't want to blog about this. I'm actually quite tired of the subject. However, Amy at All Things A Ro has issued a challenge and I just can't let it go.
As many of you know, I really struggle with eating healthfully. I crave sweets and I often don't make the most healthy meal choices either. And the more I read about artificial sweeteners, the more I think that my Kroger Big K Diet Citrus Drop is sabotaging me. I know, I know, they've been talking about it for years, but I've ignored it. But now I'm actually paying attention to how I feel while I'm drinking the Drop. And what I feel is – where's the rest of my food? I have more drink left, but I'm out of food. Alternatively, I'll think that I want a drink, but I can't have it without also eating something. For some reason, I'm not sure why, but that just doesn't sound right to me.
I also struggle with moving my body. Some days it's a literal struggle – the old hip is wonky, or my foot hurts, or my shoulder is bugging me. But most of the time it's just inertia that's keeping me down (in my chair, in front of this very computer). My dad likes to say of me sometimes, "for such a smart person you sure can be dumb." It's true! Despite incontrovertible evidence that eating right & exercising are overwhelmingly to my benefit, I sit, eating bonbons (not literal bonbons – at least not recently).
So, here comes Amy Ro with a challenge. She says: Every day that I get up to exercise I will donate one dollar to the Special Olympics. Every day that I eat without gluttony and choose healthy options and have a healthy attitude towards food I will donate one dollar to my local food pantry. It is a win win situation. I will become more thankful for my blessings, I'll be able to help others who aren't as fortunate, and I will become a stronger healthier person...not to mention some tax write offs at the end.
Well heck Amy, that's just entirely too healthy of a goal for you to have on your own. So I'm joining you darn it. You can tell I'm very excited. Sigh. Truth be told, I would rather just do whatever I want to. But somewhere deep inside, my (actual) heart (muscle) is saying, "At last!"
I don't want to disappoint it. Or let Amy earn more bucks than me (she will anyway – she's disgustingly disciplined). Join us if you dare!