My Own Trench

There are only so many times one can crawl through the backseat of a car like a ninja before contemplating slashing the tires out of frustration.
Yes, I am still rocking the duct tape on my car like the class act I am.  Thus, I cannot open the driver side door.
I am hating life as a commuter.
If your door works, I'm not too fond of you right now either.

The looks I receive in parking lots are almost worth the trouble.
On some level I know they enjoy the fact that while they might be rocking a '94 Pontiac, at least there was no adhesive on it.  Meanwhile, I'm over there trying to avoid injury crawling through a mitz like its a dern war trench.
Unbelievable.

It was a busy weekend in the inbox.
Numerous updates from clients and surprisingly similar themes with the females.
Here's the million dollar question: WHY do we have the screwed up perception that we must suffer every minute while eating healthy/losing weight?!  That is ridiculous.
The extent to which you "suffer" does not dictate your success.  In fact, I would say that the greater perceived anguish, the more likely a person is to regress to previous habits.
The whole point of it is to establish healthy habits and a lifestyle that is sustainable beyond a few shed pounds.
This is why I emphasize figuring out what works for YOU.  No two nutrition plans I draw up look alike because everyone's goals, personality, emotional relationship with food, past food experiences, activity levels, and genetics are different.
It's a personal journey for everyone, and each path looks different.

It's Monday folks.
Make it great.

Universal Poo...

I called mom on the way home and told her the universe took a dump on me today.
It was one of those moments you really didn't want to repeat yourself, but apparently she wanted clarification and responded with "Wait, the universe or university?!"
As if it matters which one.
It doesn't.
Still poo mom....still poo...
I kept driving.
Needless to say it was a long day.

It was back to the grind today after a few days of vacation, and the new years drive was out in full force.  People refocused, energized, and ready to roll with getting healthy.
Speaking of, I didn't make it to midnight new years eve.  So those of you who bet the "under" on that, accurate prediction.
I was yawning at 9 and down for the count at 11:15.  Unreal.  I figured the ball already dropped over the Atlantic somewhere, so I was good.
Onward to 2013.


Many people asked me what my own New Years resolution was, and as I said before, I'm usually not big into them, BUT I adopted one for this year.
To live intentionally...
 - Deciding where I want to go, and GOING full force....whether its in training, relationships, career, etc...
There is power in personal initiative to move forward....and there is also power in fear of moving if we submit ourselves to it.  We ultimately decide which is greater, and its not necessarily a one time choice.  Its daily decisions that either take us where we desire to go, or become the bricks for the wall surrounding us.
Either we move or we don't.
Our choice.
Everyday.

On that note, I need to move myself over to wash the dishes and head to bed.
Big day ahead,....hopefully free of any universal bowel movements...