It’s cold. It’s raining buckets. The wind is tearing my roof off it seems.

It’s January.

Not much sunlight. Days are short.

In other words, an awfully fine day to chuck my exercise activities and resume my comatose lifestyle.

Knock, knock, knock. I hear this knocking in my brain.

A whisper comes through, “…. fine! This is a great way to make your type 2 grow stronger.”

I battle briefly with myself then run up the white flag of surrender to that knocking and whisper, get into my exercise clothes, make it to my car and drive to the gym.

I didn’t want to. I cannot find words in the English language to adequately describe my resistance to exercising today. Enormous, huge, spectacular resistance.

But I won another round with inertia.

Barely.

You see, my better angel on my right shoulder was advising me that #diabetics need daily exercise in order to combat insulin resistance and help their #A1C numbers move down.

Even in the cold.

Even in the rain.

Even in the wind.

Even in January.

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