I'm sharing my blog post today here, in hopes of connecting with others.

The devil approached a guy in hell one day and told him he decided he was going to release him today. The man was an alocholic and had lived his life for another drink. Hell was awful and immediately the man agreed he would like to leave.

The devil told him he could leave now if he wanted, but if he wanted to stay one more day, they'd throw a party that night for him--all he wanted to drink. The man figured, what's one more night in hell? and decided to stay for the party. That night, he celebrated and had a blast into the morning.

The next day, he packed his things and went to see the devil off, who then told him if he stayed one more night, they would throw another party for him, and since tomorrow was only one day away and last night was so much fun, he agreed to stay one more night.

The man never left.



This story is a metaphor as to how I feel the bulk of the time about eating right and working out. As my weight constantly increases, I always optimistically say "one day I'll undo it all and get to where I want to be," but I constantly do this to the point that I'm incredibly unhealthy and overweight.

I'm only on day 3 of eating clean and working out. It's been a challenge and I'm happy to be here, but I know myself well enough to know it could end at any time. All I can think about is how much I wish I would have started back when I first said "I'll do it tomorrow." I'd be who I wanted by now if I had. Now, I constantly have to tell myself to do the right thing now, and I've been doing that for two and a half days. It hasn't been too hard, but I haven't felt much difference and obviously there's no visible progress. When that happens, I'll start feeling motivated and eventually I won't crave anything and will need to work out daily. Until then, I'm moving along a moment at a time. The only thing that matters is that I don't keep putting it off, so I've at least conquered that.