Since I play the fool the other 364 days of the year, let me take this opportunity to be completely, 100% serious…
Twelve months ago, I felt both terrible and terrible about myself. Believe me when I say that it’s not a nice combination.
Somehow, some way, I brought my life back in check. I committed myself to a massive reclamation project... vowed to eat better, eat less and start moving my jumbolicious ass.
You see, I came to the realization that there were some real addictions in my life. Big ones like out-of-control snacking and secret eating and some not-so-major (but still disturbing ones) like drinking diet sodas and coffee every day. I can’t say that I never have a snack when I shouldn’t, and I still enjoy a cup of coffee every now and then, but it’s been just about a year now without a binge and without a diet soda. Go me!
And six days out of every seven, I get my sweat on like you wouldn’t believe. People who haven’t seen me in a while marvel at what I’ve accomplished. I feel good… and I feel good about myself. Believe me when I say it’s… well… you know.
And this blog… this ridiculous timewaster of kooky stories, lame jokes, Braveheart-style speechifying and the occasional WTF moment (see yesterday's post)… sometimes I want to hug this blog like a new puppy because I think it’s helped jumpstart my journey in a real and profound way. I’m not sure I would have gotten this far without it.
Play jokes on your friends and your co-workers today if you like. Pull a mean-spirited stunt on someone if you feel you must.
Me? I’m going to take a minute and reflect on how good things are.
Right. This. Moment.