Zumba! I’ve been hearing a lot about Zumba, an exercise
craze, the past few years. Exercise! Bah humbug!
When I was young I loved to diet and exercise. I loved
staying in shape and maintaining my weight. I had five babies, and after each
birth, I’d exercise faithfully. Sometimes I felt addicted to exercise. I pursued exercise and dieting with a drive
and passion. I had discipline.
When I was younger I also dreamed of being a writer. I yearned to write, but I never disciplined
myself to writing. My life always seemed too full, too busy, too hectic to
spend time writing.
I heard a speaker or preacher say one time that we make time
for what’s important to us. Looking back,
I could’ve found time to write. Oh, I
made half-hearted attempts to write. I loved keeping journals and I did do that
for many years, but I never worked on that novel.
Now I’m retired. And I write! I write all the time. In fact,
I write when I probably should be doing something else. I am disciplined! I
have drive! I have passion! When I’m not
writing, I’m reading or studying about the craft of writing.
Alas, not so with dieting and exercising! I bought a really
nice treadmill from my daughter about two months ago and I have been faithful
about maintaining a daily time on the treadmill. I’m still working on the
healthy eating though.
I started going to a Zumba class recently. It’s fun! It’s invigorating!
But it is hard work, at least for this sixty-three-year old. It’s going to take
discipline.
It seems ironic to me that when I was young, I had
discipline when it came to diet and exercise, but not with writing. Now it’s
reversed. I want to write and I am. I want to get in shape, but....
The things that make you go hm!
