March 23, 2017
11:30 am ============ This morning, I counted the weeks since I re-initiated my morning gym routine. Tomorrow marks the end of week 11. This realization is encouraging for me, since all week I have been feeling like I have had to strive extra hard just to get myself out the door, drive to gym, get on the cardio machines, then complete my weights. I've battled my depressive thinking, and all of the sinful urges to make excuses, and I have successfully dredged through that to land here, post-tuna-consumption, on my hiney, sharing my thoughts. Week 11 is a milestone for me because the 16 months prior to these eleven weeks have been some of my most challenging, depressed months since 2013. I won't step on the scale for another few weeks to check on the quantifiable results of my efforts, but not focusing on the numbers is once again reminding me of the qualities which really count. Qualities like how much stronger and physically healthier I have started t...