I've never considered myself to be lazy.
But at a point, I have to admit to myself that I might be. I stay in bed until 9:30 most days. I haven't been to the gym in three years. I stop at every Taco Bell I see. I spend most of my nights watching Netflix with my wife as we work on our laptops.
These are not the habits of a person who takes care of their body.
I've tried a few times to change that though: my wife and I used to bike six miles every morning. I've tried the meal prep thing. We used to walk our dog around the three-mile riverwalk by our house every day—until it got too cold.
Recently, we started doing yoga along with a 30-day video series on Amazon Prime. We made it to day twenty...before we decided we'd rather sleep in one day.
I read more about new wellness techniques to try, thinking that if I just put the information into my brain, it will produce results.
Thus far, that hasn't been the case.
The truth is, inertia is hard to fight against. An object at rest wants to stay at rest. And I am that object. And in the winter time, when the days are short and the weather is cold, it goes against every evolutionary instinct we have to not eat too much and move too little.
But I'm not giving up hope.
Because the more I let myself be lazy, the less content I become. The sting of restlessness brews beneath the surface, and it will not let me rust. It will not let me atrophy. It demands that I rise: that I get moving, that I push my body in some way.
And while that hardly replaces a regular fitness routine, it will have to do until I get more disciplined.