I haven't posted in a while because the last few days have been really busy. My son turned one on Friday and we celebrated by going to the park and letting him tear into a few presents. Then on Saturday we celebrated his birthday with the family. Of course there was cake.
I had also got depressed on Saturday because my wife received a call about our opossum friend. He didn't make it. There was too much internal bruising.
I haven't worked out at all this weekend and I feel like I'm slipping off into quitting altogether. I need to do something drastic to drop kick me back into this thing or I'm afraid I will be lost again, doomed to repeat this process in another 6 months with another 20 pounds added to me. I'm not my own friend. I'm the enemy. The competition isn't out there, it isn't with cover models, it isn't with the infomercial jocks, it's certainly not with anyone I pass on the street. The only competition I have is with me.
It's too difficult to put into words what I'm feeling. It's as if there are two halves of me. One is my conscious self that wants to get into shape and the other is a subconscious self that really likes cheeseburgers and pizza. Lets go Freudian and call them the super ego and id, respectively. What I need to do is bash the id into submission with all the fitness knowledge and psychology I know. I need to do it swiftly and mercilessly because it will fight back. I need to muster all the discipline I have, exhausting every reserve to conquer this beast. It's will jeapordizes the safety and security of my wife and my son. It threatens my own life and for this it must be vanquished....Oh God, I'm going to war!