Lately, my clothes have been tight. Uncomfortable. Unflattering. I mean, I can still wear them. I haven’t gotten THAT far off-track, but, they tell me that I am not currently in possession of my desired physique.
I do not own a scale. Not that I’m against them, but I just haven’t ever felt the necessity to own one. My clothes and the mirror (and my husband – he is brutally honest) are what I personally use to keep track of my body composition fluctuations.
Well, when I was home at Christmas, I stepped on my parents’ scale. Just out of curiosity. An’ it weren’t pretty. I was about 10 pounds heavier than where I like to be when I’m feeling and looking my best. It was no surprise, really, but disconcerting, nonetheless.
With today being Groundhog Day, it reminded me that I’ve been acting like a scared groundhog. At the end of December, I curiously and tentatively stepped on the scale (the groundhog pokes his sleepy head out of his hole), I glanced at the digital read-out in shock and quickly jumped off (he sees his shadow looming and scrambles back into his burrow) and I continued my unhelpful behavior for, roughly, six more weeks – too reluctant to make a commitment just yet to get the body composition changes that I need and want (the skittish groundhog hides out underground for six more weeks thinking he’s better off delaying the inevitable end of his hibernation).Well, I’ve had it! I’m sick of running away from hard work and discipline. I’m sick of hibernating and postponing my day of reckoning. The time has come to stop mindlessly stuffing my face and to become more consistent with my workouts.
It’s time to start casting shadows of a different kind:
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| If this is what 6 more weeks of winter looks like in Vegas, then I'll take it! |
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| Just had to throw this one in: Those are our shadows being cast from no other light than the bright moon! |
What shadows are you going to cast this year???
