no guts no glory

I've noticed a few things about my body as I've gotten older. My fat isn't evenly dispersed. It settles predominantly in my gut. And before all you people, who say you should be thankful you don't struggle with an all-over weight issue, jump on my un-sympathetic bandwagon, let me speak my piece.

My issue isn't the disproportionate weight, it's my lack of discipline to do anything about it. And trust me, I've tried it all. Diet, exercise programs, etc. I even thought about being a personal trainer, just so I would have to get in killer shape first. Of course that didn't happen. You could say I have so many goals that it's hard for me to focus, or you could say, I'm lazy and/or undisciplined. Whatever the case, it pisses me off that I can't get into the permanent habit to exercise. Our bodies are amazing works of art and all shapes and sizes should be cherished, but I want mine to last as long as possible and that involves a little bit of work.

Instead of having a body that looks like I do nothing, I want one that proves that I do. So I'll keep trying. Writing this novel and keeping up with the word count despite a million obstacles (outer and inner) has shown me that I actually can accomplish things that I set out to do. And health should be my number one priority in the grand scheme of things. I guess the next time I want Birthday Cake Remix from Coldstone Creamery, I'll get a smaller size or run another mile on the treadmill (which I haven't used for months). Gotta start somewhere, right?

daily total: 716
grand total: 21147

Quote of the day: And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ~Sylvia Plath