4XLT

I have always aspired to a life given to habitual reflection. Journaling strikes me as such a romantic notion, and it’s a habit I have tried to get into too many times to count. I’ve also purchased so many journals in the past that I’ve lost count.

Sadly, this wonderful world of journaling has ever remained just outside of my grasp. I have simply never had the disposition to live in the land of personal, critical reflection. If anything, I am painfully prone to quixotic flights of daydreaming about my future – and then never putting in the effort to follow up on those plans.

So in that spirit, I’ve sat in front of my computer for the past two days staring blankly trying to think of something profound to say. Monday was my 25th birthday, so i figured I ought to write something of note. However, nothing’s come to mind save regurgitated sentiments that I’ve already blogged about regarding changing my life. I won’t bore you with complaining about my past. Nor will I talk about how I am looking forward to my future.

Fact is, I can talk about my life’s regrets and aspirations all day long, but the real proof is in the pudding. I may be forty pounds in, but I still have one hundred fifty to go. Time to make my future better than my past and then to allow the effort given my health to spill over into my personal and professional lives. Time to push through the next twenty pounds by the end of April. If I can’t choose to live right, lift smart, and eat well, then there’s no reason or excuse for me to be sitting around blogging about my desire to.