Hope it works out…
This is me at the gym this morning…somewhere around 5:10 am. I just seem to be too damn stubborn to throw in the towel permanently and give up for good, so I am once again trying to haul my oversized arse outta bed at the wee hours and get myself to the gym. I have a little bit of a secret weapon this time around: my friend Jim has offered to help hold me accountable by texting me each morning on his way to the gym to ask me if I’m up and on my way, too. It may not seem like much, but it was enough to get me up and out this morning so I could beam with pride when I responded that I was at the gym, too.
Sadly, I waited a long time to get back on track, so I have a lot of weight to lose and I’m grossly out of shape, but it is what it is. So, wish me luck. I am prepping my gym bag, back pack and lunch the night before, setting out my gym clothes and I have replaced the holiday crap in my house with healthy food for proper eating. Now all that is left is to re-establish my routine and be successful.
Remember: if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
And so it begins again….