I hate to exercise.
So I read article after article on finding one that would make exercising tolerable. One article suggested I should find one activity I liked. I tried walking outside, then on a treadmill...meh. I tried exercise bikes, steppers, and many others. Finally, I decided I didn't like any of it. So I read an article that suggested finding an exercise "suited for your personality". Now this was interesting!
I am an introvert, so I would be more comfortable exercising at home versus going to a gym. Plus, the article also suggested finding an exercise that isn’t complicated. So I bought a treadmill, thinking that I would somehow like the thing better if it was "at home". So, I put it the living room facing the television. I thought this was great. I didn't have to put on a gym outfit, my hair could be a mess, and I could do it at any time. But eventually, walking on the treadmill was just as boring; despite the big T.V., the interactive video showing the terrain I walking on, or listening to great music on my iPhone.
Again, nothing suited me. Why? I just don't like exercise.
One day, though, I was in the drug store. As I walked down the aisles, I saw a bottle of Castoria. Castoria is a laxative with (oh), such a horrible taste! On Friday nights, my mother would put us in a line and give us a tablespoon to “clean us out”. I was the eldest, and, therefore the first in line. I felt like I was going to vomit the very moment I saw her let out the first drop of that nasty, thick dark liquid in a spoon. I made a horrible face, as the spoon came towards my mouth, and she said, “You don’t have to like it. Just take it; it’s good for you.” Ah, memories of mother!
Right there in the drugstore, looking at multiple bottles of that god-awful sludge, I had what most of us would call an "Aha! moment", "catharsis", or "revelation". And, depending on how much God gets involved in your daily activities, some of us would call it a "Rhema" (the spoken or revealed Word of God). But, here was my thought about exercise: I was making it more difficult by expecting it to be both pleasurable and beneficial.
I needed to exercise; not because it felt good, "looked good", was easy, or even comfortable. I need to take exercise because it was good for me. Knowing this truth, helped me in other areas of my life. I don’t have to like something. I’ll just do it because it’s good for me.
And this is Truly Said...