Over the past 9-12 months, I stopped exercising and eating healthy. And I put on about 20lbs. I made every excuse in the world for not working out and exercising. I told myself that I work hard at the office and deserved some time off. I told myself that I was getting older and didn't need to push myself as hard. I started to notice that this mentality was carrying over to other areas of my life. I felt like I was giving about 40% of what I'm capable of.
About a month ago I started running and working out again with my next door neighbor. He's 23 years younger than me. We usually run 2-miles each morning. Sometimes its in the evening. He always finishes ahead of me. This pisses me off to no end. So, I started going to the gym at 5 a.m. every morning and lifting weights like my life depended on it. It's hard. At first I felt like I had been run over by a Mac truck. I've never liked lifting weights. I don't think anyone does. But I do it. Working out lasts about an hour and there's pain and suffering. But I look at it like this: There's 24-hours in a day. If I suffer for 1-hour, that means there's 23-hours that I won't suffer.
I made a bet with my neighbor that in 3-months that we'd run a 5k and the loser buys a meal at anyplace of the winner's choosing. I already have the restaurant picked out and the meal. I never miss a day of running. I usually incline the treadmill to 5 and run for an hour. When I get comfortable with that, I speed it up until I get comfortable with that. Over the past month I've lost 11lbs. I plan to drop another 15. I'm on a very strict diet. Low carb and hi protein. I shut it down at 6 p.m. No snacks.
I was being a little bitch. Don't be a little bitch.
About a month ago I started running and working out again with my next door neighbor. He's 23 years younger than me. We usually run 2-miles each morning. Sometimes its in the evening. He always finishes ahead of me. This pisses me off to no end. So, I started going to the gym at 5 a.m. every morning and lifting weights like my life depended on it. It's hard. At first I felt like I had been run over by a Mac truck. I've never liked lifting weights. I don't think anyone does. But I do it. Working out lasts about an hour and there's pain and suffering. But I look at it like this: There's 24-hours in a day. If I suffer for 1-hour, that means there's 23-hours that I won't suffer.
I made a bet with my neighbor that in 3-months that we'd run a 5k and the loser buys a meal at anyplace of the winner's choosing. I already have the restaurant picked out and the meal. I never miss a day of running. I usually incline the treadmill to 5 and run for an hour. When I get comfortable with that, I speed it up until I get comfortable with that. Over the past month I've lost 11lbs. I plan to drop another 15. I'm on a very strict diet. Low carb and hi protein. I shut it down at 6 p.m. No snacks.
I was being a little bitch. Don't be a little bitch.

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