Too busy with work.
Too stressed from work.
Too tired from work.
Too out of shape.
Enough with the excuses. Something has to be done.
I weigh more now than I ever have. It’s beyond embarrassing, and a little depressing. Enough is enough.
I intend to lose 50 pounds. FIFTY. Five, zero. It’s a lot, but I feel like it’s necessary. I should probably put my current weight on here, and keep track (I still may). But for right now, I’m just too self-conscious about it. Manly, I know. I’ll be diving full throttle back into running, as soon as my new running shoes (pictured below) arrive within a week or so.
Along with attempting to alter my eating habits, signing up for a YMCA membership (which should also enable me to get back into playing ball again), I haven’t set a deadline just yet. My birthday (March 6) would be around 7 pounds per month. Pretty reasonable, I think. But my friend Jamie (@jmenix) wants me to run a marathon in Dallas in December (10th, I think). That is probably too lofty. Besides, 50 pounds by December would be about 12.5 pounds per month. Eek. I’m leaning toward January 1, but we’ll see. Deadline, TBA.