Romans 7:15- I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate, I do.
Last night while we were painting, my husband and I watched an episode of ‘Hoarders’ on TV. It never ceases to amaze me how we as humans are able to continuously adapt to the negative consequences of the choices we make, even when they are an obvious threat to our health and well being. And while I could never tolerate living in absolute squalor, I do have the ability to grudgingly accommodate the very real and cumulative fall-out of my own poor decisions.
My biggest struggle these days is finding the motivation to choose to exercise and take better care of myself. I have more than a few aches and pains that I am convinced would improve if I simply decided to make some changes in how I eat and move. But every day I make the choice not to do any of these things.
Well I guess at this point the promise of feeling better and the physical pain of not.. simply aren’t strong enough catalysts to get me going.
Maybe if I toss a basket of junk onto my living room floor for each week that goes by without eating properly or making time to work out, I’d have a clearer, starker picture of the growing price this 53 year old body will eventually be forced to pay.
The most successful intervention I ever saw on Hoarders was an episode where the Humane Society removed the person’s pets because her home was so filthy. This was clearly a consequence she couldn’t live with and her home was cleaned up in no time.
Maybe the key to life change is found in transforming the consequences of our poor decisions from the personally tolerable into the completely intolerable. No, I’m not going to create a pile of trash in my home..but I’m going to- I HAVE to– think of something…