Let's talk about the "L" word for a moment.

Let's talk about it.

The "L" word.

Love? Nope. Lust? Nope. Life? nope

Ladybug? Nope. L Ron Hubbard? Still no.



Yes, laziness. Couch potato-ness. Slacker. You, the sloth. (Poor sloth. Not hating on the sloths.)

lazyLaziness. The disinclination to do something that you have the ability to do. You, moving in a sluggish manner.

I think at this point in my short (so-far) post, you are thinking one of two things:

1. This woman has had too much kale! Who is she to call me lazy? I get up early, bust my hump at work, pleasing the boss and everyone else. I make dinner after schlepping home and always answer the phone when a girlfriend is calling. Lazy? Ha!

2. Yup. That's me. Being all sloth like. I'm not lazy all the time, but my laziness about (going to the gym/getting out of bed when the alarm goes off/making breakfast vs stopping at Dunks) is oozing over into other parts of my life.

Truth be told, I have been inspired to write this blog post from recent conversations with friends and clients.

The way this L word kept coming up was, well, surprising to me. What's up with the laziness?

I'm surrounded by type A, go-getters, super ambitious people who are always on a mission for something; electing the next Governor, bringing yoga to the underserved, helping older women get their financial footing after the loss of a spouse, starting a business to streamline information.

The last word you would ever, ever, EVER use to describe them is l a z y.

To me, being lazy means not showing up 110% for yourself. You deserve better.

But there it was, popping up in conversation. Lazy. Lazy. Lazy.

I am just too lazy to get out of bed in the morning. I'd much rather hit snooze, read the news on my iphone and then rush through breakfast, usually skipping it in favor of the Dunks across the street from my office. I know I'm just being lazy.

I just need to go for a run in the morning. Even if it's for 20 minutes because I feel so much better when I do. I eat breakfast and skip the junk food all day. I've just been lazy this summer.

Yeah, I was just too lazy last week to put my gym bag together as the last thing I did before I went to bed. So in the morning, I hit snooze a bajillion times and ran out the door with no time to organize myself before work. So I skipped the gym and felt super guilty. Because I was just lazy all last week.

What's up with that? What's up with the laziness?

I'm not here to berate you or heap any more guilt onto the mountain that you're already carrying around.

I'm all about focusing forward, not lamenting the past but setting a hot action plan, step by step for today, tomorrow and each day that follows.

So you've been a bit lazy. Okay. We're all human.

Let me ask you this  - how's laziness been infiltrating your life lately? Where could you be showing up better for yourself?

I'll go first.

Meal planning. I could, should and need to do this better. No ifs, ands or butts about it. It makes grocery shopping easier. It makes 5pm less stressful. It makes my wallet happier.

What the hell am I waiting for?

Oh right. To shove that laziness aside and just do it. (Thank you Nike.)

Your turn.