I’m Fat!

I’m fat.

Not like Elvis Presley on the year I was born, with lardy ridges rolling off of my body, fat. But I’ve got work to do.

Last year was rough. Though I’ve been known to fart sunshine, I’m as human as anyone. And when my going gets low, by going likes to get eating.

Something about sitting in front of the screen, leaning back in my chair as I’m listening to the loud silence that screams my to-do’s, makes me want to shove peanut M&M’s into my mouth a handful at a time. I know they’re only low grade nuts surrounded by cheap milk chocolate, and not some magic elixir that will make everything alright or extinguish my sadness.

But just try to convince me while I’m chewing.

It also doesn’t help that I love pasta with an unhealthy appetite, and that Cindy cooks it just about better than anyone I’ve ever known.

I know I’m not alone in what I am about to say.

Somewhere around October I just gave up.

Halloween, after all, was right around the corner, and there would be plenty of candy within easy reach, with Turkey Day really just a beat behind. Then Christmas, which we all know lasts a full three weeks, would be followed by New Years.

I could always eat better in the new year!

Of course, I would’ve started the New Year with a clean slate, but my daughter’s birthday is only two weeks into January and my own is just one week after that.

Why bother trying to stay clean when there are so many obstacles clearly in my way?

Sad thing is, this is the same game I play with myself every year.

Today is February 1st.

Just like last February 1st, and all the I’m not sure how many before, I will be getting lean and eliminating sugar from my diet.

I’ve always loved the 28 Days of  February, a chance to trim up and feel my best. Four weeks of discipline, capped at the end by a lean frame and renewed vigor. Sure, I like to punch myself in the stomach without feeling a wobbly vibration, but it’s more than that.

I believe I owe it to my body to give it the best. Though I’m fairly certain I’ll be able to go all cyborg sometime before I die, I probably shouldn’t bank on it.

Yet at the end of each year, I lead myself into the same trap. Last year more so than most.

Though I’m sure next next year I’ll still be celebrating these four weeks without sugar in my diet, this will be the last 28 Days I spend undoing the mistakes I made the previous three months.

By saying this out loud, here to you, I am hopefully flipping a switch inside me.

One that will keep me doing what I’m supposed to do, even when it’s most difficult.

If you’d like to join me, I’d love the company. Hit me downstairs in the comments and I’ll tell you what Cindy and I have on the menu for the next month.

Good stuff, all you can eat. Just no sugar.

The first few days are rough, but soon you start to coast. After a few weeks, food tastes better and, sometimes, the sky even looks a little bluer.

Happy February.

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