Tonight I had the opportunity to go on a bike ride with my really good friend. She is in superb shape. An amazing runner... if I may add. I on the other hand... I weigh 260 pounds. I have not been very active in the past year, and well... I have work.
I often feel that I have failed. As a former athlete, it is hard to see that I have allowed my food addiction to take control. I love working out.... I love being in shape.... but I guess I loved food more. It is a constant battle with me. Some days I will do really good, and other days like today I can down a whole pizza and a pint of ice cream.
What was the difference for today though... I worked out after. My roomate ran, and I rode a bike. we stoped in a parking lot where I did agility excersises and fast riding; while she ran around as fast as she could. Tonight I did not give up. I may have made a bad choice, but tonight I did not let that define me.
We all fall short. We al fail. In my opinion if we don't fail at least once trying to achieve a goal then we are not doing it right. The goal still stands. I will be in shape, and I will be healthy. The only person who can stop me is myself.
We are never failures. We can achieve anything if we put our mind to it. Just get up and go.