I picked this bit of research off the Arnold Schwarzenegger Pump Club newsletter:
A few years ago, researchers took a big, nationally representative group of American adults and asked: Are you active enough? Sixty-two percent said yes. Then they strapped motion trackers to those same people and let the devices ride along for a full week. The verdict? Only 9% were hitting the guidelines. And the raw minutes would be funny if they weren’t so familiar. People reported around 324 minutes of moderate activity a week. The devices caught about 45. The participants didn’t miss by a hair. They overshot their own lives by nearly seven to one. The trackers aren’t perfect. But nothing shrinks a gap that size down to a comfortable size. We believe we’re doing more, and we mean it. Same as the kid with the pegs. Same as me while sleep-deprived. There’s a reason we’re wired this way, and it isn’t stupidity. Psychologists describe something like an immune system for the ego. When a fact threatens the picture we hold of ourselves, the mind mounts a defense as automatic as your body fighting off a bug. It blames the timing. It argues with whoever delivered the news. It hunts for the one flattering number and clamps down on it instead. In the moment, it protects you. Over the years, it walls you off from the exact truth you needed most.
How much physical movement do you really get in a day?
How much Bible study, spiritual reading, other reading do you really do in a day? Wait. Are you reading or just have the book open?
Are you really focused on God and others as you “pray?” Or does your mind drift as a leaf in a stream?
How much service work to you actually do versus what you tell yourself you do?
We are half through this year. Is it time to take a true evaluation of this year? No, really. Where can I pick up even just one new activity to move forward?
