Thursday, January 17, 2013
Broken, battered, and tattered. That is how I feel. 566 is now my new favorite number. It is when I may have come back from the dead. Only time will tell. 566 days ago, I was working out, reporting in a food journal, connecting with the good people of Spark. I had it all going right, and then I didn't.
You know how movies follow a pretty basic formula? At least most do. You have the hero who is minding his own business. Then, all of a sudden some bad guys swoop in, take his wife, or put his kid in the hospital in a coma, or kill his best friend. Usually at this point, our hero is hurt. He his shot, or maybe just beat up real bad. But he has to sit there and dwell on how he would have done things differently. If he had only known....something like this is supposed to ignite a fire in our hero. He then goes and either trains with some old guy who can catch flies with chopsticks, or some big guy who like to wear red, white, and blue shorts. Anyways after training he emerges to take down the bad guy. Victorious!
Well, I hope I am at that stage right before the fire gets ignited. I slipped, and I slipped hard. I am no longer working out. I am no longer watching what I eat. It's called a backslide, and I did it in spectacular fashion.
I really hope though that I am that hero on the floor, clutching his chest as he slowly lets out a painful groan. And then....he gets up. A small victory, but a victory none the less.
I am writing this entry to hopefully say that I am getting up. I just made up my garage into a workout area. I have weights, I am picking up an elliptical tomorrow. I no longer have excuses of no gym access. I am trying to get off the mat. I am trying to work up my voice into to a bellowing blasting war cry. But right now, all I can do is get up.
Maybe that is enough for now. Maybe I will be like our silver screen hero and this will be the start of something bigger. A wildfire of change? I sure hope so, I really don't want to go down for the count.