Still I have to go back way further than December. Three years ago, almost to the day, I was graduating from college, the realization that I had nowhere to go in life about twelve hours away from crashing down on me. Two years ago, I was in South Africa, a four month old puppy in hand and nine months of trying to hold a crumbling relationship together ahead of me. A year ago, I was back in the States, the idea that I needed to do something to improve myself floating vaguely through my head.
So here I am, trying to calm down, realizing that all of my disappointments with myself this past month - still too much drinking (despite a considerable cut back), not enough running, etc - pale in comparison to the past. Have I really reached my goal this month? No. But what I've come to realize is that I can't call myself any sort of failure. I plan on keeping this up. I don't plan on stopping after this one month. Every pound I've lost, every one I will lose, is another small victory for myself.
And apparently people are noticing too. Which is cool.
Day 33 Stats:
Weight: 167 lbs
BMI: 27.0
Fat %: 21.0
Not As Embarrassing No-Shirt "After" Photo:
Current Crossfit Rating:
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Wish me luck!
- Kid
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