As I sit in the sauna and reflect on the last 30 days, I have mixed emotions.
Why didn’t I start earlier instead of wasting 4 years.
Why cant I got under 240…Even down 23 lbs in 30 days.
Holy Fuck, I got this!!
Why am I still so tired!
Wtf am I doing with my life!
The mind can be a crazy thing. However, through it all, I get the fuck up ar 4 am and get my ass to the gym every day I can. I’m now eating one meal a day, consisting of about a lb of steak and 6 eggs.
Though I’m very impatient, it’s working. Results motivate me. When I don’t see results I go through the motions anyway. Every day. I’m coming out on the other side.
I will be under 200 lbs on Memorial Day. I will be 196 to be exact. It matters because I said I’d do it. I’m done failing. I’m done quitting. The only path I’m taking until then is the path of a fucking warrior.
See you in 30 days, down another 15!