It has to start somewhere

It has to start somehow

What better place than here

What better time than now

All hell can't stop us now - Zack de la Rocha

Verily verily, another week has been left in the rearview mirror of our demon-speeding lives.  Our days, weeks and months, moving at the speed of light seem to move so quickly that we barely see what is in front of our faces.  So quick that if I were to ask any one man on the street what he did last Sunday, his answer quite likely would be prolonged, if even answered at all.  I, on the other hand know exactly what I did last Sunday.  I know, because I am very consistent in my goings-on.  I sat on my back side or slept away most of the day.  My food was prepared for me while I sat in a drive thru line up, and that would have been the only reason for me to even get out of bed.  I make no mistake in telling you there is a 98% chance that on that day I saw every show on every channel that Satellite has to offer.

My Monday in contrast, is typically a day of hard work, discipline and sacrifice.  I feel rejuvenated and full of piss and vinegar.  Each and every Monday I am excited to be in the gym, excited to cook and eat nutritious foods and excited to continue on my road to health and well being.  I follow through, and at the end of the day I am proud.  As Tuesday's sun cracks the horizon, all that energy drains out of me like water flushing down the toilet.  The pain from Monday's workouts has settled in, and I hate the idea of training.  I am lethargic, and have no desire to begin cooking again, only to eat food that lacks the salt and fat that makes my mouth water.  Tuesday quickly unmasks itself and shows what it truly is, Sunday spelled differently.  Now, I don't need a statistician to tell me how many years of my life I have actually missed while sleeping or watching television.  I assure you, it could very well be a quarter of my 29 years.  The problem is, as previously stated, life moves like lightning.  Before I know it, Ill wake up and not even be able to use the legs that I have been neglecting to use all these years.  My strong, able heart will be weakened and fragile, which will mimic the rest of my whole body.  If these horrors were not enough, I will be as alone as a cast-away on a deserted island.  With all the pain and suffering that Sunday brings, Monday as it were, is the angel to my Sunday devil. That said, who really cares about Monday anyways?

We have all heard the expressions "tomorrow is another day",  "The sun will come out tomorrow",  and "I start my diet and exercise on Monday".  These expressions are used to motivate us, and justify mentally the abomination of last weeks, or yesterday's events.  While I understand the premise, it does not sit well in the land of HeavyJay.com.  You see, if I look at my calendar today, I see twenty-nine tomorrows on it this month alone.  I see four more Mondays on it as well.  This is just the month of March, and I already see twenty-nine more reasons why today doesn't have to count.  Why does it not have to count?  If a teenager fails a grade in school, does he or she not have to redo the grade?  If a Chef overcooks an order of Risotto, does he or she not need to go back and make that order right?  The philosophy I am beginning to take after all these Mondays have gotten away from me is that Tuesday through Sunday need to count. 

Every day has it's virtue and it's twenty-four full hours of wonder and fulfillment.  Within each hour are decisions that beg to be made.  The way I look at this project, the only way it will work is for me to use these twenty-four hours to make my mistakes and correct them.  While there will be a day or two here and there where I miss the gym or eat deplorably, I need to live for TODAY as best that I can. There is only the next second, the next minute, the next hour of any given day that God has blessed us with.  If I miss the gym at six o'clock, then I need to make it there for eight o'clock.  If I eat a bag of Doritos for lunch, then for supper I need to eat a garden salad.  If I haven't drank my six liters of water by days end, well then I better start guzzling before I lay my head on that pillow, right?  What my readers will begin to see from me is a commitment to today.  I am putting an end to the Monday syndrome, and really truly marching forward every day.  If I make a mistake, I will correct it.  If I miss a day, then the next day I will work twice as hard to keep going.  I have grown tired of starting, and stopping.  Training for one week, then missing six weeks is a thing of the past.  There is nothing worse than a "first day back at training" every three to four weeks.  The body and the mind quickly grow fearful and anxious of the pain and anguish that that first day brings, and thus, making it harder to come back.

So now, whenever you ask me what I did last Sunday, I assure you my answer will be consistent as always.  Only this time, I will say quite simply, "I trained hard, I ate smart, and when I fell, I got back up."

Stay clean,

P.S, SPECIAL THANKS TO JENNIFER BURTON FOR WAKING ME UP, AND KEEPING ME MOTIVATED.  ALL MY LOVE JENN!  Make sure to check her out at 

www.jennipal.blogspot.com

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