justathought

When I woke up Friday morning  I had the same though t I had been having for the past few months.  It went something like this:  ” I really need to exercise.  I’ll lay here just a little bit longer and then I’ll get up . . . “

A did get up earlier than usual, but I never started the exercise that my brain tells me is so badly needed.  Instead I rushed through my morning clean up and hurried off to work.  I made one quick pit stop at te local Bojangles for breakfast.  I ordered a large sweet tea and a bacon & cheese biscuit.    At the elevator ( I opted to wait rather than climb a flight of stairs), I began chatting with a co-worker about our very similar meal selections.  She had a large sweet tea and a bacon, egg, and cheese busicuit.

As we passed through the security clearance area she said, “I shouldn’t be eating this.  I have diabetes . . . “  She is only twenty fivve years old and she is already saddled with a life changing disease.

 At thirty-one, I realize that my ability to stay in shape is fading fast.  But hearing such a young person talk about her serious illness, I have decided I must be committed to trying.  So, it’s no more Bojangles for breakfast everday.  I have to get up, get out, and get going.

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