Lying to oneself – another example: I told myself, when I was doing the 8 to 5 routine (30 years as an engineer) that working out was what I did everyday for me. Every day. For me – not for someone else. And, whilst true, the corollary was the import thing – No one was going to take it away from me. Everyday I worked out at lunch. Which meant I
missed a lot of the noon group-sessions with people whose waist lines grew every year. Don’t get me wrong, I was not a body builder or anything like that – I was just a skinny engineer who was reasonably fit. And who had a reputation for not “doing lunch”. Hurt my career – likely. Hurt my fitness – like NO!
And today – when I retired 3 years ago, I gave myself a couple of presents. One was
the right to work out 2 hours each day (OK – I take the weekends off to recover, and kayak, and ride a bicycle). Another was taking up bread making - no, not with a bread machine, with a mixer and a bunch of books. And, lastly, getting to learn to play the hammered dulcimer. If one looks at such things as a right – as something we entitle ourselves to do – an entitlement – and then we treat them as rights or entitlements (as in not letting silly things get in their way) – at least for me, I have a better chance of keeping them going.
And, hey, if one does in fact keep them going, one can actually do a really great
job of improving ones strength and physique, eating designer bread (as I type the house is filled with the scent of two herb breads that just went in the oven) as well as making beautiful music!