Walking briskly on the treadmill at the gym, I am trying hard to avoid looking at the bank of televisions above me. I hate them. After checking my email and Twitter I consider listening to music. Ultimately I try to concentrate on the ball of my foot hitting the belt on the machine. When I’m finished and on the way home I reflect on how much better I feel and marvel at how difficult it is to get myself to walk a minimum of 30 minutes five times a week. This is the “magic pill” my patients see on my whiteboards in the exam rooms. So if it is so difficult to motivate myself, why do I have the chutzpah to try to motivate other people?!
I don’t know the answer to that question. But like my patients, all I can do is get up the next morning and try to do it right today.by