Habit

Tonight, it would be so easy not to go to yoga. To make some tea, reheat some soup, download some top chef, and start in on my current editing and writing projects.

I am out of the habit of exercise, and this is the worst part. Where you know you need to, you know it makes you feel better. Yet you have to make yourself do it, dragging your leaden feet all the way to the studio, the garage, the trail the gym the weights.

You do. And you feel better. And then you drag yourself again. And again. Until you can lay off and stop thinking, just follow your feet to the good feeling.