committed
No, I’m not mentally ill, although I’m sure a few people out there think I am. This post is about getting down to brass tacks, walking the walk as well as talking the talk.
As you’ve read in the recent past, I’m in the process of cleaning out all the stuff from my life that doesn’t work for me any more. Well, something snapped this morning after I got on the scale. I’ve been trying to lose some weight, and while I was down to just under 200 not long ago, the scale this morning read 205.4 pounds. Essentially, I’m back at the beginning, and I’m sick of it. So I decided to really commit myself to the process of losing this excess weight. I’m going to work out 6 days a week, 3 days at the dojo, and 3 days at home using my Dance Dance Revolution PS2 game. It’s time to stop making excuses and get it done. My goal is to get down to 175 pounds, and I’m going to make it, or else I’m going to gain enough muscle that I can’t get to 175 without becoming unhealthy the other direction, at which point I’ll stop losing weight and go into maintenance.
Which brings me to my other big committment at the moment: jujitsu class. Going to class 3 or 4 times then disappearing for a month or two is not working for me, so it’s time to commit or quit, and I didn’t come this far to give it all up now. I went to class tonight, and actually made it all the way through, though I had my doubts a couple of times. I protected my thumb, and while it hurt a couple of times, it wasn’t bad and I just worked through it. I am done messing around - either I’m doing something, and doing it well, or I’m not going to do it at all. That goes for everything in my life, not just jujitsu class or losing weight.
Commit or quit: do something well, or don’t do it at all. Watch out world, my intensity is back. With a vengeance.