If I say I wasn’t phased in any way, I’d be lying. And to say I’m happy with the development of others, I’d be fronting a fallacy.
You know it’s funny when you say you’re over something, only to go back on your word when reality rears it’s ugly head. In that given situation, how you deal with your predicament is most important.
So, with that said something set fire in me Sunday night. Reality snapped me back to taking notice of me laying waste to my body and neglecting my health. After seeing who and what on where, instead of moping I’ve decided to use that sentiment and push it towards something positive: I have finally found the motivation to whip my fat ass into shape.
Now the train’s set in motion and the wheels are beginning to turn. This locomotive is building up speed and I see no end in sight. And whatever obstacle, whatever roadblock that lays ahead of me trying to slow me down can’t stop this runaway train from exploding down this track.
No more doubts, and no more excuses. Time to take control of my life and get my ass back into shape.