Some days, I just wish I had the wisdom of a ninety-year old, the body of a twenty-year old, and the energy of a three-year old.
If the word “exercise” was written by your doctor on a prescription pad, would you follow those directions as well as if you were told to take your cholesterol medication? I’m a rule-follower and take all of my daily pills when I’m told to, but can I get my butt out of the chair to take a walk or swim some laps? Of course not.
Energy, defined as “the strength and vitality required for sustained physical or mental activity,” is something we wish we had in abundance. I believe I have enough daily energy to sustain mental activity (I’m writing a blog, for goodness sake!) but my get-up-and-go and gotten-up-and-gone. I need a walking buddy or a treadmill that will fit in a tiny condo.
These are just excuses, I know. What I might do is visit my friend’s three-year-old daughter by the name of Moxie….yes, a synonym for energy. Maybe she can give me some advice.