A buck ninety-five. WTF. I have made a commitment to the Fellas that I am going to live to be 100 (they have amended the sign) and that “every pound over 170 rips a wonderful year off the end of my life.”
Shit, I talk to people every day about healthy choices and I can tell you the four reasons I’ve crept up towards two bills:
- No story for myself of “why not”
- No story for “how would life be different at a different weight”
- Shitty food is yummy
- I feel great — all my other numbers are good, I can play four sets of tennis, blah, blah, bullshit
Massive Action. Food change commitment. Signed up for that ass-kicking cross-training I tried in September. Ordered some Herbalife. I’m telling 10 people.
180 by Feb 1. 170 by March 1.