Phil Collins, you get me, man...
I quit.
I don't care anymore.
How odd to have lived the way I have for the last two years. I spent so much time, money, energy, focus, emotion and psychic energy on the one goal of losing weight. I haven't eaten more than 1850 calories in a day for nearly six months. No binging.
I haven't done nearly as much for my home, family or business.
And yet, that which I have not "rewarded" with so much time, money, etc., the home, family, and business have done extraordinarily well. I've had great progress, success and stability in all of these areas.
The weight loss thing has been given all of the attention and has garnered no results. What kind of madness is it to reward the failures in life? If you owned a business and you had an employee that always got it wrong, would you pay him more? Of course not.
That is exactly what I have done. I've rewarded those parts of my life that have not produced squat.
Two years of burning it up in the gym with a personal trainer, pounding it out on the treadmill, dieting, planned meals, recorded calorie counts, exact water intake, computerized programs, personal health coaches, motivational coaches and decent, decent caring friends has resulted in nearly no gains or results.
I'm done.
I'm still killin' it in the gym, I'm still going to eat in a way that makes me feel GREAT (dairy free, small meals, vitamin C, fish oil, low soy, fake sugar free) but I am done weighing myself. I am done measuring my food. I am done tracking anything with respect to health.
I quit. I guess I just have to resign myself to being that fat guy in the gym that can run like hell on the treadmill and move heavy weight.
This investment is worth feeling this good everyday. I guess in the end we manage our feelings and our energy and not our time or task list. I will manage my energy and feelings everyday for the rest of my life and if I don't lose another pound, then so be it.
In the words of the great Phil Collins, "I don't care anymore. I don't care anymowewer"
Good luck to everyone.
I don't care anymore.
How odd to have lived the way I have for the last two years. I spent so much time, money, energy, focus, emotion and psychic energy on the one goal of losing weight. I haven't eaten more than 1850 calories in a day for nearly six months. No binging.
I haven't done nearly as much for my home, family or business.
And yet, that which I have not "rewarded" with so much time, money, etc., the home, family, and business have done extraordinarily well. I've had great progress, success and stability in all of these areas.
The weight loss thing has been given all of the attention and has garnered no results. What kind of madness is it to reward the failures in life? If you owned a business and you had an employee that always got it wrong, would you pay him more? Of course not.
That is exactly what I have done. I've rewarded those parts of my life that have not produced squat.
Two years of burning it up in the gym with a personal trainer, pounding it out on the treadmill, dieting, planned meals, recorded calorie counts, exact water intake, computerized programs, personal health coaches, motivational coaches and decent, decent caring friends has resulted in nearly no gains or results.
I'm done.
I'm still killin' it in the gym, I'm still going to eat in a way that makes me feel GREAT (dairy free, small meals, vitamin C, fish oil, low soy, fake sugar free) but I am done weighing myself. I am done measuring my food. I am done tracking anything with respect to health.
I quit. I guess I just have to resign myself to being that fat guy in the gym that can run like hell on the treadmill and move heavy weight.
This investment is worth feeling this good everyday. I guess in the end we manage our feelings and our energy and not our time or task list. I will manage my energy and feelings everyday for the rest of my life and if I don't lose another pound, then so be it.
In the words of the great Phil Collins, "I don't care anymore. I don't care anymowewer"
Good luck to everyone.
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