Your Body Doesn't Know It's Saturday

Friday arrives and everybody exhales.

Two days off.

No alarm, maybe. No commute. No work schedule telling you where you’re supposed to be every minute.

Good.

I’m a big fan of days that don’t boss me around. 😂

But somewhere along the way, a lot of us started treating the weekend as a break from everything else too.

The walk can wait until Monday.

We stay up later.

Eat differently.

Move less.

Then Monday arrives and we announce we’re getting “back on track.”

I’ve never particularly liked that phrase.

What If There Wasn’t a Track?

Peggy and I don’t live exactly the same way every day.

Weekends are different.

Sometimes we go somewhere.

Sometimes we eat differently.

Sometimes we sit around and do absolutely nothing useful.

That’s part of living too.

But movement doesn’t disappear just because it’s Saturday.

We might walk somewhere instead of teaching a class.

Get outside.

Stretch for a few minutes.

Do something because it feels good rather than because it’s on a schedule.

That’s one of the nice things about a weekend.

There’s room.

Maybe That’s the Opportunity

During the week you’re squeezing things between work, appointments, errands and everything else life throws at you.

Saturday might give you time to take the longer walk.

Cook something good.

Go somewhere beautiful.

Sleep without an alarm.

Play with the grandkids.

Get outside with somebody you love.

Or take a nap in the middle of the afternoon because you damn well feel like it.

All of those can be part of taking care of yourself.

You don’t need to spend the weekend being disciplined.

You don’t need to spend it undoing the week either.

Just keep living.

Move some.

Eat something good.

Rest.

Have some fun.

Your body doesn’t know it’s Saturday.

But you do. Enjoy it.