It’s now day three of my four-day physical fitness rant. I promise after tomorrow’s post I’ll stop spewing my excitement for physical fitness all over those cute little bunny slippers of yours and get on to the mountaintop rescue story.

Today I want to talk about something I’ve needed to learn so many times in the past, and still struggle to learn in the present…

The damage we do to our bodies over years or decades will not disappear in days, or weeks, or usually even months. And if we do find a way to do it that fast, the results will never last.

I started this road to health sure that if I gave it everything I had for four months, I would be a lean mean rippling-muscle machine by the end.

And, determined to make that happen, I did just that. I went nutso with it.

Then about a week into it, every muscle in my body was so ripped to shreds that I literally couldn’t walk up my stairs. I had to sit on my butt and pull myself up with my arms. My stomach was constantly rumbling with hunger because I was refusing to feed it much at all. And, I had no energy to do much of anything. My mood was down. My spirits were down. And I realized something.

This wasn’t what I wanted.

I wanted to be fit, yes.

I wanted to be strong, yes.

I wanted to be in the best shape of my life, yes.

But I also wanted it to last much longer than the final unveiling.

And as I sat and realized how much damage I was doing to my body, I also realized that it wasn’t something I could keep up forever. I realized that when it was all over, I’d be so burnt out that I wouldn’t want to keep going. I realized that I was doing what I had always done. Crash dieting. Crash exercising. Crash getting myself to where I wanted to be.

And it never stuck before, so why would it stick now?

So, I made a mental decision right then to do it the right way. The next Monday I walked into the gym and told my personal trainer I didn’t care if it took longer, I’m going to live a lifestyle that I can maintain when we were done.

“I’m going to have dessert sometimes,” I told him.

“You can’t!” he said, feeling that it would make the kind of results I wanted impossible.

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