That's easy for you to say, right?
Yes, super easy to say.
Super hard to do.
Hardest thing ever.
Forget the magic diet.
There's no mythical workout.
No perfect sleep hygiene routine.
No super-supplement to blast away stress.
All that there is is the work of getting healthier.
The day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute work of "healthier."
The work of scheduling a workout into the calendar.
Making it a reality.
Like it's going to happen no matter what.
Become your own health expert.
Through trial and error.
By being part of this "Dr. Steven" tribe.
By more practice.
They call it the practice of medicine.
A medical practice.
Let's call everyday life a healthy-living practice.
Every day I "go to work."
But do I do the really hard work?
The work of working off the belly fat?
Yes, the very same belly fat that will kill me.
I "sometimes" do the work involved in solving that health problem.
The work involved in saving my own life.
The work of me creating a healthy life.
Isn't each moment we get a creation?
Because we create it.
But I'll sometimes create distractions.
I'll seek out distractions.
I'll watch back to back to back episodes of Impractical Jokers.
Great for a belly laugh, by the way (thanks, HA).
Not so great for belly fat.
Especially when combined with anything white, fluffy, and sweet.
Poor white, fluffy, and sweet.
They get such a bad rap.
Losing the belly must consume me.
Before I consume more Pirate's Booty.
It's got to be belly day, every day.
Not just when I feel like it.
What's your "belly fat?"
What's keeping you from doing the super hard work?