Driving through Philo yesterday and I saw a young woman out for her daily run. In 30 degree weather. In the middle of that lovely Central Illinois combination of rain, snow and sleet that we sometimes get when Mother Nature's being indecisive.
My initial feeling of admiration was soon replaced by something else. Something uglier. Envy. Why, I wondered, can she find the motivation to get out and go on such a crappy day when I struggle to do ANYTHING health related?
I think we all need to find that trigger. My cousin Chops found it to the tune of an amazing yearlong transformation. She's a day or two older than me, but is cut and ripped, and I am very proud of the commitment she's shown. My nephew, Jeremy? Same thing. 90 lbs, gone since last summer. He looks great, feels great and I couldn't be happier for him. And then there's me, same as always.
I did give up, but I will start over, so I guess maybe there's some sort of honor in that persistence, anyway.
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