Pardon me while I attempt to remove my head from my ass.
It just hit me that this Saturday marks 16 weeks out. Mentally, I don’t feel ready to start dieting, to start saying no to my beloved Cadbury Eggs that just came out!!!, to start passing up the bread basket when we go out to eat (I LOVE bread!), to force myself onto the treadmill in the
dungeon basement that I completely burnt myself out on last year… I won’t even mention that I have to drudge through the cardio sessions a couple hours before sunrise… because that’s when it’s most convenient.
I find myself suffering from what I will call Last Chance Syndrome, sneaking in a glass of wine a couple nights a week (okay, maybe 2-3 glasses of wine on a weekend night! ), buying Cadbury Eggs because I know I will not get to soon, and cookies… I’ve had a couple this week. All these things I love are things that normally I can say no to without wincing, but now that I know that I won’t be able to eat them whenever I want soon, makes me want to stockpile them in my belly.
So, now that I have fessed up, I am going to turn it all around. I am going to flip this Last Chance Syndrome into something good. This may be my last chance to hit the national stage. This may be my last chance to give it my all. You never know WHAT the future has in store, or if you will even live to see the future!
16 weeks out, and NOW I’m ready to rock it.
“Defeat is simply a signal to press onward.” Helen Keller