He drives with confidence
upshifting and downshifting
like a professional driver in a closed course
leaving a cloud of dust and a sportscar logo
in his wake
until he is distracted
and hits an unseen gravel patch
the mountain road he so expertly manuevered
becomes a terrifying track
as he struggles to regain traction
and for a moment
he takes his hands off the wheel
but the moment passes
he regains composure
decides he will not give up
and let the force of physics drag him
over the edge and down to the valley floor
so he grits his teeth
grips the wheel
prays with the strained whispers
and unvoiced screams of a dying man
and tries to stop the skid
This is me, gripping the wheel and stopping the skid.
I don't have an official weight for you, but i think i gained back about half of what i lost.
I let a lingering foot injury and my own poor reactions to external stressors determine my actions, so I haven't been to the gym in weeks. I'll be there tomorrow morning at six.
Official weigh-in back on, on Monday.
Over Easter weekend, I'll be committing to a trainer/nutritionist. I need professional coaching if I'm going to succeed in these early stages of the journey back. I'm currently looking at my options. If you have suggestions, comment or email.
Day 1: Going back to basics. I need to win today.