When I started going to the gym I was obsessed with stats. How far could I walk? How much weight did I lift? What did I accomplish when I was there?<\/p>\n
And that discouraged me. I had to hit the magical numbers I told myself I had to keep the same pace. I had to keep up. Otherwise, what was the point in going at all?<\/p>\n
I was missing the point. I need to get up and get to the gym. The rest doesn’t matter.<\/p>\n
I need to break out of the funk and haze filling my head. I need to lose the cloak of exhaustion weighing heavily on my shoulders. I need to get to the gym. The free one. The one a short couple floors below me where I live. I need to stand up and walk downstairs. It could not be much easier.<\/p>\n
\nA journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Chinese Proverb<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
The journey is to regain control of my weight and with it my health and lifestyle. That single step is that first step out the front door towards the gym. I am working to make that first step a habit so I can follow it with many more steps. I am on the journey. I am making the steps.<\/p>\n
I need to discard the false idols along the way. They only pretend to be short cuts, cheats or dead ends on my journey.<\/p>\n
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Stats were my first false idol I had to discard. When I started it, I was convinced if I tracked my progress in terms of calories burned, miles moved, and weight lifted it would keep me coming back. In reality, it became overhead. Another set of data I had to record, categorize and track. It became a road block.<\/p>\n
As of tonight I have removed that road block.<\/p>\n
Gone are the iPhone apps to record my workouts. Gone is the need to capture the “Great Workout!” screen of the treadmill. Gone are the list of reps and weights.<\/p>\n
Tonight is a check mark. Yes, I went to the gym.<\/p>\n