The Future Starts Here

by Rich ~ April 27th, 2010. Filed under: News.

Been burning the candle at more ends than a candle has been known to have, lately.

Dunno why, I guess I knew this day was going to come, and soon, as it always does.

Ladles and Jellyspoons it’s Gingers bi-annual fitness freakout.

This day builds for around 6 months within which I find new levels of love for chocolate and pizza, hitherto reserved for that of ones offspring. Beer starts to make real sense again. The mere thought of exercise fills a man with the kind of dread that makes death seem thrilling in comparison.

In short, I just get fat assed, what-the-hell, pass the fries, mines a double, outta-breath lazy.

I’m not a lazy person by nature. In fact my mental agility can be easily matched by my physical moxy. Once I get going I can hit 30 minutes of hard road pounding cardio without any reservation. Trouble is I’m human, and within that disclaimer lies the basic truth that I can sit on the couch as well as the next guy. Think you’re the only person who could could flick channels for their country in the Olympic games? Think again buddy. I got a black belt in procrastination, trouble is I’ve had to let it out a couple of holes in the last few months.

So here I find myself, with a fridge full of overpriced, yet essential healthy food, my gym membership re-instated and my running shoes fished from some dark corner of the wardrobe floor where the left overs of last years xmas wrapping paper lives. The remnants of the alcoholic overstock met with a tearful, watery farewell by way of the sink last night, after the final garlic bread and ice cream banquet was gorged upon with an almost perfunctory lack of zeal.

I will get crazy busy over the next few months and even impress myself with how much creative stuff one is able to sustain & compartmentalise, and I will begin to look more like the ‘me’ that I imagine ‘me’ looks like.

The boredom levels of such discipline will threaten to shake my reserve as headache ridden insomnia attaches limpet like dreadful illusion to my night times.

And then it will be gone and a new feeling will replace the seemingly eternal damnation of detox. And it will feel good. So damned good.

So good, in fact, that I will be urged to celebrate my svelte new form and my crystal clear intentions with a good night out, and then the circle will, once again, begin. I trust this process to take the best part of six months.

I believe in the ‘binge and purge’ approach to life, because without something to look forward to I’d go slowly, but certainly crazy. So, right now, I’m looking forward to feeling 10 years younger, 5 stone lighter a few vices cleaner.

Wish me luck, I’m going in.


9 Responses to The Future Starts Here

  1. Suff

    Good luck and may the force be with you!

  2. mike blue


    im goin´ trough same thing myself..and i know it aint easy

  3. Onerva

    Good luck,Ginger!

  4. kristiina

    sounds pretty familiar to me 🙂

  5. Debbie V

    I wish you lots luck and determination in your quest for the ‘other’ you!
    I don’t think we really mind which ‘you’ you are – whichever one we see is always a treat to behold. Have fun and see you soon! 🙂

  6. Bellatrix

    Been there too.. Should try to do it again, but not enough strength yet. Lots of happy thoughts coming your way. (By the way: personally, don’t give a hoot about the size of your behind as long as you keep rockin’ the way you always have). Let’s see what we will see..

  7. David

    God luck G. i’m almost same situation, gotta go work out now hehe

  8. kimi138

    good luck man, guess i’ll start looking for my jogging shoes… i know i got them… somewhere…………

  9. hernandez

    Good luck brother, you can do it!

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