Roadblocks

For me to get to the top of Mt. Hood and back home safe to my family, I need a body I can trust. But right now, my it's in dismal shape. Yet I don’t have any disease or disorders. I don’t have chronic pain. I would not need a doctor’s clearance to start any new physical routine. I could theoretically take up a new sport. Theoretically, I could kick Joe’s ass in tennis once again.  

Even so, there are many roadblocks in my way. Can I really share my long list of excuses? The list that rolls over in my mind, runs on a loop while I’m at work, while I sleep, while I drive to Dairy Queen at 8 pm at night for a butterscotch dipped cone.

Here goes.

I am too busy.  
I can’t afford to join a gym. 
I have to choose between writing and exercising.
I have to choose between exercising and spending time with the kids.
I can’t breathe through my nose.
I am uncoordinated.
I don’t like to compete.
I don’t have good tennis shoes.
I don’t like to be around other people while they sweat.
I don’t like to sweat. 
I don’t like the way sweat smells.
I don’t like to get heated up.
I love to cook comfort food.
I love to eat comfort food.
I have to cook for my family.
I am too busy to make two meals.
I can’t afford to cook two meals.
I feel like I’m going to die when I’m on a diet.
Food on demand feels like love.
Food on demand has brought fifty unnecessary pounds and high cholesterol.

These excuses need to be answered, one by one if necessary.