Damn, I suck
See the tag line up there, the one that says “one man’s journey to fitness or failure”? Well, I gotta say it’s looking a lot more like failure than fitness.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve lost most of my motivation to push myself, not that I’ve had a lot of that in recent years, but I have been at least lifting weights. Correction, I had been at least lifting weights. I haven’t lifted in a couple of weeks, and while I doubt you can tell any difference by looking at me (I’m just a fat schlub either way), I certainly feel worse.
I keep telling myself, this is the week you’re going to give up 30 minutes of sleep and get your fat ass out there and run a mile 3 mornings a week, and every week it ends up not happening. I want to do it in the mornings, because first of all it is, and will be cooler and I just don’t really want people seeing those first painful couple of months. I know that’s silly and shallow, but I don’t want to put myself out there like that. I don’t want to be that fat old guy out panting his way up the hill.
Anyway, I’m going to do it this week. This is my proclamation, this is my week to start making the changes I’ve been promising myself. This is the week I start making myself better. I’ve already been doing better about drinking more water and less diet soda, not having french fries nearly as much as I had been and I’ve almost completely stopped drinking beer, which I think will prove to be a key moving forward. Getting the beer and french fries *almost* completely out of my life for good is also a goal. Those are my weaknesses, and those make me fat, so they need to become the occasional luxury, not the whenever I feel like it vice.