Looking Into Mirrors
So yesterday, Nicole and I went shopping. Normally, this is a generally good experience, but yesterday, I was forced to look at myself in full length mirrors for the first time in months. Needless to say, I was not pleased with what I saw. I’m used to having a certain physical look; which it is sad to say, I no longer posses. And it really bothers me.
I know that I have no one to blame but myself. I’ve been putting off going to any kind of gym since I got to Boston. I’ve kept telling myself, I’ll start once I get to the next milestone. And that milestone comes, and I say, I’ll go at the next one.
Well, I finally took a good look at myself yesterday. I wasn’t really happy with what I saw. I’m not fat, not by a long shot. But I’m not cut like I used to be. Then again, this is the longest I’ve gone without hitting a gym in a long time. It’s weird, considering I used to feel really off when I’d miss working out or climbing for two weeks. And here it’s been seven months since I’ve worked out seriously.
So it’s time to fix this. I’m going to go talk to the athletic club by my office today. (I’m heading up to get my checkbook) I’m going to replace the gym shoes that I finished off at reunions, today. And I’m going to pull a page from my man Dan Korn’s book. I’m going to blog my road to fitness. I figure public embarrassment should at least help keep me motivated and going.
Oh yeah. I only bought one 30 dollar shirt yesterday. It’s amazing how little one wants to buy, when they don’t feel they look as good as they should in cloths.
