As a teacher I have heard so many excuses from students over the past nine years that run the gauntlet from absurd to hilarious. But as I sit and reflect over the past month of gym time, I realize that I am no better than my kiddos. While I am still determined to get rid of all this extra weight, my time in the gym has become more like swiss cheese and so full of holes, and I have an arsenal of excuses as to why. Admittedly, some have been valid reasons, but the majority of them? Were I to be pleading my workout excuses to my teacher persona, I would call bullshit and fail.
So here I am, one month exactly from my 43 birthday, eyeballing a goal I have for myself that I need to accomplish before that day. It is not impossible, but I have got to refocus on my main objective and get my butt back in gear. I have to be accountable to myself first, then I can look my family, friends, and coworkers in the eye, and report here to you, that I did it.
It is time to shake the dust off of my initial determination, flip stress the bird, take back control, all while not forgetting how to live and laugh at the ridiculous.
So, this mornings weight was a horrifying 212. I am going the wrong direction, but I know it, I see it, I am going to fix it. November 14 I will be under 200 pounds. Do you hear me, self? I am tired of failing myself. Tonights workout will kick my butt, but that is what I want. I am not starting over, I have not regressed back up to the 220’s, I am just tuning back in to where I should be.