Okay, maybe it was the timing, or the plot but I am NOT a fan of Disney’s “Hercules,” however, I do love this song.

“I am on my way
I can go the distance
I don’t care how far
Somehow I’ll be strong
I know ev’ry mile
Will be worth my while
I would go most anywhere
to find where I belong

I will beat the odds
I can go the distance
I will face the world
Fearless, proud, and strong”

Kind of been my theme song in my head the past few days. I have been feeling very overwhelmed. I have some new big ideas, dreams, and just as I started moving towards them the reality of the immensity of those dreams came crashing down onto my motivations back.

My internal dialogue went something like this, “My weight is back to 227. I am tired all the time. The new love of my life and my roommate both prefer pleasure foods. My pulmonary and cardiac health are permanently screwed. My pain is 6-8 out of 10 all the time so I can’t do anything. I am too broke to see a chiropractor. Maybe its not worth it to….. and on and on and on.” All the excuses I had accumulated over a lifetime, some even borrowed from other people, came pouring out of my brain into my personal journal.

And wow! I looked at what I had written and wondered who I was trying to kid.

It is true that friends can facilitate my poor nutritional choices but they are MY choices all the same. I was sick again for three days, just a cold, but the respiratory portion made it hard to climb stairs, clean, pretty much do anything but knit and watch television and my pain was up to 6/10 with OTC pain meds. So for those three days, NO movement, house progressively messier, no energy to clean the chihuahua and cats mess either, and blah blah blah….but here is the kicker. I was just as sick before my Sprint Triathlon and once I started moving and improving I stopped getting sick like this.

I am currently in Physical Therapy for my back, hips and knees and the are going to add upper back.

I am not sharing this to complain so please bear with me, I am just giving a baseline for others out there who like me, get all there shit in one sock for a few minutes, then lose it again.

Not how many times we fall, it’s how many times we get back up.

I am making three goals public!

My main man and I are in a contest. He has to lose 50 pounds and I have to lose 35 (same percent approximately of our current body weight) First one their owes the other one game of their choice from the Game Store.

So that is my first goal!

Lose 35 Pounds.

Second goal.

Swim a mile without a rest.

Probably one lap at this point, but first to find a pool to swim in…

Third goal: Complete all three college courses with an A.

Right now I am off to see BAM, TAM and Mr G and Saja and help with some yard work

No worries, I will get another entry into the fairy tale this week, not that anyone is asking.

Please leave a comment here on what excuses you are kicking to the curb, or pretty much anything you want to say. I love to hear from my readers.