Sunday, March 31, 2013
As I said last week...I'm pissed. I have realized that I hate breathing heavy when I hike. I hate. it. It drives me nuts that when I go with other people, I have to ask for breaks, and I'm breathing heavy the whole way. I mean, I can do moderately difficult hikes, but clearly I have been sitting on my butt and eating too much for about 20 years.
I am a really social person, so this has usually involved going out for drinks, or to get food. It isn't rare for me to do well all week, then spend time with friends, and blow all my progress, sitting around eating and drinking. I have made a decision, that if I am going to hangout with people, we will be moving. Went for a hike yesterday, and am going for another today, tomorrow, Wednesday, and Saturday. I am committed to be amongst the leaders for fitness minutes leaders for Vermont for the month of April.
I have been using a simple phrase to motivate me from a friend. Face it. Face it. Face it. I am going to stare it right in the face that I could easily lose a small childs worth of weight, and do what I can to stop having this be part of my life. I owe to myself at every other point in my past to succeed, and actually know what it feels like to be an athlete. To run up mountains, to not avoid going swimming, to be able to by clothes and not hate the process. I am sick of all of it. I am pissed and I not playing this game anymore.