ALL DIETS BEGIN WITH ONE THING: A DECISION
I looked at my waistline this morning before I got into the shower, or should I say my bulge sort of looked at me as if to say, “Hey, I’m here!” I tried to ignore the blatant truth by looking away, only to spy my set of scales glinting on the floor. I smiled at them, but they didn’t smile back. The bastards! And it was then that I realised my biggest problem with dieting was procrastination.
I am my own worst enemy.
I am to blame for putting myself in this predicament. No one else. And I am the one that has to get himself back on track, no one else.
I remember once being asked to do a guest lecture at the American University in Washington, DC for a class on Strategic Management. I had just been splattered all over the front page of the Washington Business Journal as a successful entrepreneur and my professor, Dr Richard Linowes, wanted me to impart some of my wisdom to his querulous group of students.
I recall telling this boggle-eyed group that the hardest part of starting my business was actually the decision to start my business. The blind leap of faith. The moment when the research had all ended and the green light was flicked on.
No matter which way you look at it, it all comes down to this one titanic moment. The battle between procrastination and decision-making. You either have what it takes or you are weak-willed.
For me, dieting is the same. You have to make a decision or you will literally carry the burden of procrastination. I am not into diet fads. I am a human. I was not born to swig on lemon juice all day or eat nothing but meat. I work on simple formulas like what you eat must be less than what you burn. It’s not very complex.
So here’s the deal. For the next 90 days, I’m going to challenge myself. To lose weight and my “one pack”. To see if a 50-something guy can do something about his health and weight. And to speed up the process I have enlisted the support of Micah Lacerte from Hitchfit. I am not going to publish photos yet. They will follow. But suffice it to say, I believe in will power. 90 days is three months. It is like going to school for a term. That is barely a sacrifice for a life time of reward.
This is my social contract with you. I have made a decision.