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There. That ought to clear things up. But just for the sake of completeness, let's talk some more about what that means.
No one else but me is to blame for me not being fit. But that doesn't mean that there aren't circumstances that contribute to me not being fit. There are.
Under These Circumstances
For instance, I'm a copywriter. I make advertising-type-sentences so people will buy my client's products. I'm good at it, too. If you think for a second that advertising doesn't work, you're wrong. (Hey, that's the second time I've said that in two days. All this exercise must be making me more confident!)
Advertising works. And the advertising budgets for businesses that make and sell food that isn't good for us is larger than the GDP of some small countries. Believe it or not; it's dangerous stuff.
So, what to do?
Well, for me (and I'm only speaking for me), the answer is to put up a fight. Mentally, physically, and spiritually, I'm battling the forces of evil in the universe and defending the righteousness of a fitness, good health, and nutritious-osity.
How Hard Is This?
It's not a walk in the park. It's a walk in the park, followed by a long run, then some climbing, then swimming across the lake. Twice. Then getting arrested, depending on what park you're in and how far you're willing to take this metaphor.
What I mean is, with the right attitude, it can be fun to fight to be fit. I know that when I win (read: I meet a goal, or have a good day, or meal, or do something fitness-related with the kids, etc.) I feel amazing.
And that's why this is important. I want to win and feel amazing. At least, a lot more than I do being fat. It's being personally responsible for awesomeness.
Feels good.
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