My birthday is right around the corner- and change. I’ve been working on changing not only myself but my website. Steve v4.8 will look a little different and be chock-full of stuff I’ve accumulated in my quest for less self.
Rock on…
I’m just a few days away from the second anniversary of my weight loss pilgrimage and less than three weeks away from my birthday. I really need to focus. Going from Steve v4.7 to v4.8 was intended to mark an additional loss of 45 lbs.— I’m a little short of that goal. Still, I’m committed to improve. More weight must come off.
I just may well be the dimmest bulb in the marquee, the dullest knife in the drawer, the least-pointy tack on the chair, the– well, you know what I mean: not smart. You know that because you are… smart. You know what’s what, what’s up, what’s happening. You don’t fall for anything, get tripped up, or punk’d. You know everything and everyone; what is and what will be. You’re all-seeing and all-knowing. You’re fly. You’re wise, the go-to guy, resident genius. You’re the Man-With-The-Plan, the Shit, the Dude.
I’m in my place and you’re in yours- and you absolutely rock, but let’s move on because I’m completely over the ego-thing as motivator for what I need to do.
You see, I was all caught up in attitude- trying to feign some kind of misguided superiority based on the presupposition that I’m “better” than “that guy” when all I truthfully want to be is better than “this guy” (aka ME).
I speak for myself here- always have. That’s my big, all-inclusive disclaimer for this little blog; that it’s all about me. I don’t claim to have any credentials, expertise or knowledge beyond personal experience- that the things I do in effort to lose weight and better myself may or may not work for or cause harm to someone else. No warranties expressed or implied, proceed at own risk, mileage may vary, and don’t poke the bear.
That said, let’s move on…
Diet programs work. Exercise programs work. Diet and exercise programs work. Trainers work. Pills and programs work. The thing is, I don’t care. Why? Because they are all external forces and external forces are temporary. Programs end. Pills run out- or are proven to be hazardous. Trainers move on when you run out of money. Then what happens? Well, unless I’ve changed me, things go back to the way they were- or worse.
I figure I can do what I need to by modifying my own behavior without these temporary external forces. That the next forty (40) pounds are going to come off the same way the previous 159 did; through self-control and by my own effort. External forces come and go, but I’ll be around for the rest of my life.
The cool thing is that making the right choices; eating right and exercising regularly, doesn’t require genius or superiority of any kind. It requires desire and tenacity. Once committed, it requires barely any thought at all and nothing more than a dab of unconscious competence– something I believe inherent in everyone. Cheers to increasing desire while fostering tenacity.
Today’s smoothie:
1/2 Banana
1/2S EAS Protein (chocolate flavor)
1S Ground Flax
12 Almonds
1C Frozen Blueberries
Water
Rock on.
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a·poc·a·lypse (ə-pŏk’ə-lĭps’) n. Apocalypse Abbr. Apoc. Bible The Book of Revelation. Any of a number of anonymous Jewish or Christian texts from around the second century B.C. to the second century A.D. containing prophetic or symbolic visions, especially of the imminent destruction of the world and the salvation of the righteous. Great or total devastation; doom: the apocalypse of nuclear war. A prophetic disclosure; a revelation.
Not to get all preachy here or attempt a Marlon Brando/Col. Kurtz impression but current events have created a cacophonous epiphany in my noggin that’s best characterized by a Homer Simpson-esque “D-oh!” What’s the source of this personal apocalypse/epiphany/reckoning? Why, it’s Fox News, The Travel Channel, and my bathroom mirror, of course.
This whole Swine Flu pandemic frightmare-thing that is all the rage with our fear-mongering media helps reaffirm my commitment to washing my hands 27 times each day (no more, no less- or something bad will happen). Hey, every once in a while the ol’ OCD needs a kick in the pants to keep the rituals fresh. It’s serious stuff to be sure, and people have died from it. The thing is, everything is serious. The cool thing is that human beings are a typically resilient species. That simple fact is both boon and bane; we resist change on most every level. But change we must.
For me, the past couple of years has been all about change, restoration, and improvement. I haven’t been entirely successful but I believe I am slightly different from the guy I was when all this started. I’m a little lighter- and that’s a good thing. I’ve also come to recognize what motivates me, what works, and my limitations. I’ve also come to realize some of what’s possible and how truly limitless people are when properly motivated.
I also recognize that I’ve got a long way to go to reach my goal. Losing another 40 pounds before my next birthday (June 6th) is highly unlikely. Regrettably, it was quite do-able the day I decided to make it my goal. The thing is, a lot of time has past since then without much progress. Bummer. I feel the bane.
Oh, boo-friggin’-hoo. Better call a wah-mbulance, I’m code blue.
Here’s the thing, I’m going to lose weight between now and my birthday. Why? Because I’ve decided. How? The same way I’ve been doing it: eating right, eating less, and moving more. I’ve lost weight so far, and I need to lose some more. It’s boon time.
Rock on.
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