Talking Ourselves Out of Things

When talking with a friend the other day, I happened to mention the supplements I was taking for immune system support, but then I had to admit that I don’t always take them. She said, “It’s easy to talk ourselves out of things.” And boy, isn’t that the truth! She and I both try to stretch every day, but we find it easy to talk ourselves out of doing it. Too tired. Not enough time. Too lazy. I tell myself it doesn’t matter, that a day or two won’t make any difference, and it’s true. A day or two won’t make any difference, either in the case of the supplements or the exercise, but a day or two tends to become three or four or even more.

Even that wouldn’t be a problem — many people go their whole lives without exercising or taking supplements — but I’m to the age where if I let these things go too long, I might not get back to them, and then there would be a problem. The exercises particularly are helping since so many are geared toward strengthening knees and back, and when these go, you end up with a whole mess of problems. When you’re young, you can slide for years, but there comes a time when there might not be years, and if you don’t do it now, you might never be able to. (And if you don’t do it now, you will guarantee that you will never be able to.)

I’ve spent a lot of time the past couple of decades around the elderly, and I see how their lives changed because of injuries or illness or lack of exercise. Many times, of course, the changes came no matter what they did, but other times, life got to be too much, and they just gave up and gave in. Gave up on trying to better themselves on their own; gave in to the doctors and all the medications the doctors prescribed, as well as all the medications the doctors prescribed to offset the side effects of the original medications.

Obviously, I have no idea what the future holds for me. But I do know if I take care of myself now as well as get into the habit of making an effort when that’s the last thing I want to do, the future could be a bit healthier for me.

To that end, I’m trying to force myself into accountability. Not force myself to exercise (stretching and walking) or take the supplements, or eschew sugar, or get off the computer early enough so that it doesn’t affect my sleep. Just the accountability. Keep a record of when I do the things I should do for my health and well-being. That way, maybe I will stop talking myself out of doing those things, and just do them.

Admittedly, some of these things, such as taking a walk every day, are affected by my crazy work schedule, but for right now, I just want to get into the habit of accountability. Though chances are, in a couple days or so, I’ll talk myself out of doing that, too, because it really is easy to talk ourselves out of doing things.


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4 Responses to “Talking Ourselves Out of Things”

  1. Estragon Says:

    It’s largely semantics, but I find it better to talk myself into things. I go for a walk pretty much every day because I mostly enjoy it. If the weather is really nasty, or life gets in the way for a few days, I find I miss the walk. I eat vegetables because I mostly enjoy them. If I don’t eat them for a bit, I find myself craving them. I just have to remind myself sometimes that I like these things.

  2. Judy Galyon Says:

    I totally understand about talking myself out of my exercises!!!! What works the best for me, is doing them after breakfast & morning meds, while I still have a little energy left. You wouldn’t think that I still have to do the exercises to get my thumb healing from the surgery this past Sept., but there you have it. That gives me the incentive to do my pt. exercises from over a year ago in order to keep things functioning as close to reasonable as possible. My mind doesn’t want to admit I’m 70, but my body screams it.

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