Seeing as I'm in a reflective mood, I thought it was time to share something that I've kind of been putting off.
A couple of years ago I was facing a tough decision about my future. I had to make a choice between the lifestyle I was living at the time and my future health. I was at a point where my knees were no longer putting up with my bullshit and I could see a wheelchair as a serious possibility in my near future. I made the only choice left, I pulled my finger out and finally started taking my diet seriously and since the start of feb 2019 (6 months after the left photo) I've lost 68kgs without the need to exercise.
I don't starve myself, I still indulge now and then, and I feel better, both mentally and physically, than I have in over a decade. I still have plenty more kebabs to work off but I know it's only a matter of when, not if, I'll get to my end goal.
The point to this long-winded diatribe is that for most of my life I didn't think I could do it. I didn't think I was ever going to be capable of taking my diet under control but that was just what I told myself to make failing myself acceptable.
People often talk about perseverance through adversity but the thing that they don't mention is that you will always be your own worst enemy. It's far easier to pick yourself up after getting knocked down than it is after knocking yourself down. Don't punish yourself when you stumble, use your acceptance of your own fallibility as a stepping stone towards getting back on track. Liberate yourself from your lofty expectations of yourself!
Anyway, that ended up being a lot more than I was originally planning to post and if you're still with me, then dear reader, I thank you.
Sermon over.
