Back in the Saddle

How many times have I said, “this is the last time I’m going to go to McDonald’s!”, or “I am absolutely committed to healthy living!”, or “I’m going to lose (x number of lbs) by (this date). I really should learn to stop making these blanket statements, as I believe I’m becoming the boy who cried wolf (or rather the girl who cried skinny). I shouldn't ever live in absolutes, because I’m human. I make mistakes, I fall off the horse, and I’m not perfect. The only statement I can make, which is absolutely true, is that I’m absolutely flawed in a lot of ways. Again, I've fallen off the horse.

 I have a lot of other friends who have committed to a lifestyle that I admire. They are living, breathing proof that commitment and perseverance are possible, and that even the most seemingly unobtainable goals are possible. There’s one friend who is a successful Beachbody Coach, selling Shakeology and coaching others in lifestyle changes. Another friend is a vegan. Seriously, a vegan, and she’s GREAT at it. Still another friend who has gone from no exercise to biking in world-renowned races, and is in the best shape of his life (in his 50’s).

And yet, there’s me. Whatever are we gonna do with me? I’m fat again. I've not been going to the gym at all. And I’m so, so very tired of the way I look.

Today I really feel like I've been hit by a bus. I’m so tired, I’m bloated, my eyes hurt, and I've had just about enough of this week. I just wanted to let you know that I’m still here, and still plugging along. School has started again, and Jameson is doing well. I just finished coaching soccer, and am in rehearsals for the Thornapple Players musical revue, set to debut this weekend. I am fostering kittens, loving on my dogs, and kissing up my cats. I am still living life… maybe not the best way that I can, but the best way that I know how, at this moment. I hope ya’ll are still with me, and still interested in this bumpy journey of mine. I’m still with all of you, and encourage your stories and comments.

I've decided to get back in the saddle. Wish me luck, that this next go around will be successful. I’m not promising anything… but I can promise that I’ll start writing again, and trying to help others where I can.