Complimentary genetics and general good health create space for leniency (ie. at first glance, you might not see my sneaky fat), but yesterday’s Health Fair numbers don’t lie: in hard currency, my value-added voluptuousness equates to a personal portfolio increase of nine extra pounds over the past year, which puts me in the red - not to mention making me a tad peeved at self.
In the interest of correcting my bottom line, I’m grateful a couple more mountain climbs are ahead this season. But true market correction will come from inflated occurrence of lunchtime and evening neighborhood walks, plus light weight training.
Modest but consistent deposits pay notable dividends in the long term.
(Repeat as needed, preferably to a move-motivating soundtrack of 120 beats per minute.)
“The way to Heaven is ascending; we must be content to travel uphill, though it be hard and tiresome, and contrary to the natural bias of our flesh.” - Jonathan Edwards
A part of me reads this quote and thinks of it as a negative thing, a hard thing, a religious thing with which free spirits should not be encumbered. But literal ascending is the opposite of staying at the same altitude, the easy mediocre status quo levell. When I think of it like that, it puts me more in mind of doing a bit of hard work toward rising above boring, or even above my most average self, toward the best me God has in mind. That knocks the religious right out, and simultaneously reinforces the dreams and hopes and imaginings that ran rampant in the mind and heart of a younger me.
Which is very fitting for Easter, since Jesus challenges what is religious in each of us, and offers something much better than our finiteness would ask or envision.
Happy day, happy Easter.
