Decisions come in all kinds of packages. Some are easy. If your laundry detergent makes you itch, you change it.
If you don’t like anchovies on your pizza, you don’t order them again.
Some are harder like job changes or unhappy marriages. You need to move on but you stall. Sometimes the reasons for the stall make sense. Sometimes they don’t. It’s always complicated.
This is about my new gym. No, it’s not another exercise rant. It’s a lesson I learned…again.
My old gym was just that…old. The equipment was 20 years old and not updated. There was no energy. Two years ago there was a staffing change that resulted in unscheduled closings.
I knew at that time that I should change gyms. So why didn’t I?
The old gym provided a social aspect to my day. Even though the exercise wasn’t substantial, there was something I enjoyed about it. It was a pleasant routine.
I also knew that the gym would close when the rental contract was up this past August. I could defer to the natural ending. The decision was made for me. It was easier.
Change has always been something I enjoy. It keeps life interesting. Sometimes it’s painful but after the pain comes a really good part if you are open to it.
So I know all that. Why did I procrastinate? I can make all the excuses I want but I took the easy way out.
The negative effects were that I missed out on a really good workout. I have bicep buds now. (Still baby buds but they are growing!) Because the equipment is adjustable I have already upgraded my weights to a higher level. I can feel the change in my back. It’s a good feeling.
I am annoyed that I didn’t move on when I should have. When all the signs pointed to “get out now.” Makes me wonder why I keep learning the same lessons over and over again. I’ll be 90 years old and I’ll still keep learning the same stuff.
So where do the pickles come in? Opening pickle jars was the first sign I was losing hand strength. (And olive jars, relish, juice, any jar really!) My goal is to be the neighborhood pickle person. When an elderly person (elderly is always 20 years older than me) needs some lids removed I will be ready.
What changes do you resist making?