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Getting back in sync


School is good. (Excellent, really.) The new house is fantastic. (Loving our new shower.) Family life is better than ever. (I think there is something to be said for the girls having their own rooms.) Social life? I am out every weekend with friends. (More of a social life than I had in Colorado in three years.) So why am I feeling so out of whack?

I came home on Wednesday feeling rather melancholy. There was no reason for me to be feeling down in the dumps, but there it was holding fast like a tick. I had no answer for Tony when he asked what was wrong. I knew of nothing. And then I began doing what I do. I started analyzing what was going on for me. I think I figured it out.

It has been almost three months since I have consistently worked out. As for eating healthy, not really happening. The poison that comes as a result of eating too much processed food is swirling around in my body with no way to get out. It is trapped by my inability to get my butt out of bed in the mornings to go for a run. I hear weights calling my name, but cannot seem to determine where their voices are coming from.  What is it I am looking for in my relationship with a gym? Early morning hours? Classes? Something for the whole family?

I have decided what I really need is a good, hard kick in the ass. I am too old to join the military. Therefore, I need someone to hold me accountable. I know I will find the Mandie I love amidst perspiration and healthy foods. It may take awhile to get her back. However, I can’t just think of her fondly. She is me at my best. I will go from gym door to gym door to get a feel for where she is most likely to be hanging out and then begin to hang out there myself passing the time by moving weights around. If she ignores me, I will keep going back day after day until she can ignore me no longer. I will invite leafy greens and chicken over for dinner. (Sorry Ben and Jerry, time for you to head home.) Slowly, but surely I will get back in sync until she can resist me no more.

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