Wikipedia defines “second wind” as “ a phenomenon in distance running, such as marathons or road running (as well as other sports), whereby an athlete who is too out of breath and tired to continue suddenly finds the strength to press on at top performance with less exertion.”
At least it did until I logged on to Wikipedia and changed the definition to “when you cut the cheese once and look around and realize nobody noticed so you cut loose with another one.”
I’m searching for my second wind right now. Not the farty one that I just made up, but the real one… that gust of renewed energy and commitment that comes when you recommit, when you double-down on making some serious scale-spinning magic happen.
I call this weight-loss journey a roller-coaster at times, but it’s important to keep in mind that the ups don’t automatically lead to big downs. And the real screams happen when the numbers are climbing.
My numbers climbed this week and I’ve got to tell you that I didn’t care for it one little bit. I remember those summer days when this losing-pounds business felt pretty carefree and easy. I remember burning with a white-hot heat that seemed to incinerate that unwanted fat. I haven’t necessarily fallen off the wagon, but I seem to be dragging my feet off the side lately.
I want to rekindle that fire.
I don’t know where you are on your own trek, whether it’s making you moan and groan or if you’re finding yourself in the zone, but I invite you to join me in kicking it up a notch.
However you’re going about this, whatever you’re doing to reach your goals, do it with a little more intensity and dialed-up passion.
This week, I’m going to get after it a little more fiercely, exercise with a trifle more determination and eat with a little less gusto.
You don’t get a second wind.
You earn it.