Tuesday, April 15, 2014
So here I am, trying to make a goal. Trying to pick a meaningful, realistic goal weight. Trying to pick a meaningful date for 'completion'.
Completion. What a silly word to use. I reckon it's the day where I say, "Look at me!! I did it!!"
What have I done? Am I going to stop? Does that date mean that I won't work out or eat healthy ever again. Of course not. Silly word.
Completion. Just a little date that means nothing. And yet it still means everything.
Goals are tied into dates. It is inevitable. High school reunions. Weddings. Knowing you'll be running into your ex somewhere on a certain day.
I've changed my 'completion' date so many times. I've pushed it back. I've scooted it up. I've removed it. I've added it. I've yelled at it.
And that's okay. Because while that little date means nothing, it means everything.
It's what you hold onto and strive towards. It's a little motivator. A little bit of Shelby-I-Saw-You-Eat-That-Cook
ie. A little bit of You-Better-Give-Me-Ten-More-Pu
I've picked my weight.
160 pounds. Not set in stone, but it's a healthy number in the middle of my BMI range.
And I've picked my date.
Mid-August 2014. The specific date is not yet confirmed, but it'll be the day 'A' and I move in together. That day will be a new beginning. The beginning of us. THE beginning of everything. Clean slates, new house, new rules, new dynamic.
Four Months. Twenty pounds.
Ready. Set. Go.