We had a fire drill at work today.
Now, I can go down the 7 flights of cement stairs (even though it kind of freaks me out since I went down a flight of stairs face first a few years ago); but the next few days afterward, I know I’m going to suffer for it. The calves on my legs will cramp up and I will be in A LOT of pain. Out of stubbornness and pride, I have dragged my fat silly ass down those stairs numerous times over the years.
Then it occurred to me, who was I trying to impress?
I think we often have the urge to be the “poster girl/boy” for fat and healthy (I know I do); but you know what? I know I can get down those stairs if I have to (again, my ass may be fat and silly, but I love it just as much as anyone and will always do my utmost to save it).
So I told the powers-that-be in our office, I would no longer be participating in drills. I will wait in the stairwell and if there is a real emergency they can either call me or send a cute fireman up to save my aforesaid silly fat ass. I made it clear that if I had to participate in the drills, I would be absent for the days afterward because I was no longer willing to come into the office hobbling around in pain.
I have come to the point of realization that no pain is no pain. Yes, it would be great if I could romp up and down 7 flights of stairs without consequence. And I probably could, if I wanted to really work at it. I don’t. At least not now.
And you know what? I don’t have to. Can’t make me, nobody is the boss of me. So there.
So my message is look at what you do and why you do it. And then do what is best for you – what you need to do, what you want to do.