You know those stories you've read about the 900 some odd pound guy that just ate and watched TV until he was SO big he couldn't get out of his bedroom through the door anymore? Well, that's me - minus a few hundred pounds, and with a job, a wife, and two sons.
Worse yet, I married someone lazy. I'm not saying anything she hasn't said before. Early in our marriage I used to joke that we were always in a competition to see who could be the laziest, then it stopped being funny. We plan almost nothing, so we follow the plan. I can clearly see what needs to be done, I just don't have the go, the drive, the motivation, the gumption, the guts, the energy to do anything about it.
As I write this, I'm dressed in clothes suitable for walking. I got up with the plan and intention to walk this morning. I've gotten in such bad shape that walking is where I have to start, IF I start. I've been surfing the 'net all morning! Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh! I need Tony Robbins (the motivational guru) with an electrified cattle prod with a hot brand on the end of it to chase me around the neighborhood!
I am gifted at finding a reason to divert my energies away from something I need to do, but that I don't want to do. I know, you are thinking that everyone is like that. No, but, as I said, I am GIFTED (read: cursed) at it.
It all comes down to not being able to moderate. That is for a later entry.
UPDATE: Hah! I just got back from a 45 minute walk in the heat of the day, and boy am I sweating!