Fred Aiken Writing

I might work out, but then I knew I would have to work out in proceeding days, and I don’t know if I could ever force another person, including my future self, to have to do something that I’m not entirely sure they wanted to do. You know, because it’s a commitment. No one just works out once and then that’s it. Every single day there needs to be a renewed interest in getting on a treadmill, running a few more miles, lifting a few more weights, and constantly straining my body to endure one trial after another, for what? Health. A good body. Self-confidence. None of which do I think I could ever achieve. Whereas eating cheesecake and feeling a modicum of pleasure with my decision I know, empirically, without a shadow of doubt, I could achieve right now, just with a quick strut downstairs to my kitchen and to the fridge. Or, better yet, I could get some more rest. I think I’m tired for once.