So, I normally go to the gym when I can. It wasn’t really one of my priorities. But today was day #1 of going hard. Hitting the gym with a purpose in mind. Not just to get into shape, but to get into fighting shape again. Mountain climbing shape again.
Today was day #1. I have hundreds of days left, but I took the first real step. I even hired a personal trainer because I’m not who I used to be. Before I could tap into this burning rage and push myself.
That rage is gone, I need to to be pushed. I need to be motivated. I need to have someone that can take me to my limits and make me break them. Now I have someone and she’s actually pretty awesome. She knows her trade.
I love myself. Now I want to love what I look like. Ive started taking pictures of just myself. Something I’ve never been comfortable doing. For the first time in my life I want to look at my reflection and see someone worth loving. I am not satisfied with my body, but I will be, because I will have worked my ass off for it!
Today was day #1. I have hundreds more to go, but by this time next year. I’ll be where I want to be, in my career, in my faith, and in my own skin. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. So let’s go!