My work is like a vortex, but I finally came up for air...
Last night, in the midst of the most manic and productive period of my life, I stepped on the scale -
I'm 35 pounds overweight.
I wasn't surprised.
I feel gross even when I'm alone with myself in the shower.
T-shirts feel tight in all the wrong places.
I'm wearing hoodies in the summer in an attempt to "hide" myself.
I'm rationalizing why I don't need to workout.
I get sore when I go for a walk.
Chocolate.
The pictures are from last summer when I was at a solid 11-13% bodyfat.
Sustainable.
But right now, I'm fat. Dad bod and all.
I can feel the mounting shame...
But this was my choice.
There was something I had to do,
and I will always be willing to pay the price.
This time it was 35 pounds.
That's probably 20+ weeks to get back.
But I've been here before.
I know myself enough to know I'll make the climb.
