Preface: That's what
my wife told the tour-guide and all our friends as I slowly descended the tallest Mayan ruin in Belize. FYI: The rock steps were VERY steep and crumbly.
I consider myself to be in good physical condition. And by that I mean I'm not overweight. I'm (roughly) the same weight I was in high-school, but I'm far from having a six-pack, and it's almost swimsuit season. So I decided I would do something about this runaway gravy-train of a body.
Trying to workout
"when you have the time" is a failure waiting to happen. In my experience, the best way to achieve results is to be held accountable by someone else. So a few months back I joined a basketball league: what an embarrassment! I couldn't even run the court for more then 5 minutes. The bad news:
I was seriously out of shape. The good news: lame excuses don't go over very well on the court.
So I began working out every day. Occasionally I would miss a workout, but my confidence got stronger as each treadmill session got longer. I played (almost) the entire last game. The season ended a month ago. I'm still working out 6 days a week without any hint of burnout.
But what's the point of all this? Is it to feel better, or to look better? It's easy to say both, but come on... We live in a vain society. We all want to look good. The obnoxious diet pill industry is marketing hard. Atkins is the word of the year. The pressure is all around us. When does it all end? For me: When nobody comments about my weak legs.