Every day when I’m sitting on a commuter train I inevitably say to myself that, “I really need to write more.” I don’t know what is special about January 14, 2015 but today I decided that I needed to take some action instead of just thinking thoughts.
Now, here I sit, text box before me just waiting to be filled and I know what I need to fill it with: a stupid New Year’s Resolution: 365 Entries in 2015.
Today is already the 14th so that means that if I don’t want to have to play catch-up in any other fashion I have 13 penalty entries to enter and 351 daily entries to do (counting this one). If, for whatever reason, you are reading this in chronological order than let me tell you congratulations, because you’ve gotten through things that I don’t know at this time what I’ve written. Time travel, ain’t it a bitch?
Speaking of time travel, enough places have already talked about the things that Back to the Future depicted that didn’t happen (flying cars, rehydrated food, people still used faxes…). The only thing that these lovely articles have reminded me is that 30 years ago I was only 14 years old and the entire world was filled with possibilities. This also made me think about where I thought I would be in 30 years, 30 years ago. Honestly my 14 year old self didn’t have a clue. I was just hoping I would be tall (check that one off), have a fit and muscle-clad body (sorry man, but we’ll loop back on this one in a minute), and not to be bald like my Dad (this was genetics man, I offer no apology here to you past-self). I remember back then that my long term goal was to become a published author so that I could buy a house in the mountains somewhere and live a life around nature on my terms. Great idea, but I hadn’t seen the signs of tech addiction back then, I’d have never survived as a mountain man author.
So, 2015. It was the 30 year future in 1985. I wanted to be fit. I’m no where near it. Do we dare to once again say to the Internet that this is the year I adopt good habits and take care of myself so I can make a complete physical transformation? It would be foolish to do so. I’ve done it before, it changed nothing. This is 2015, however, this year is special. It was the far off future I looked to as a bright-eyed 14 year old. I really feel like this is the time to really try to restore this classic 1971 machine back to as close to factory as we can. Does this mean I need to be big like a body builder? No. I do want to see just how much fat we can trim off this chassis. This is the middle of the 3rd week of the year. There’s 49 more weeks. If I were to lose 2 pounds per week that means I could drop as much as 98 pounds this year in a safe, yet aggressive, fashion. I want to do this so that my knees won’t hurt any more, so I can set the proper habits I need to stick around longer, and to be here for my wife and daughters as long as I can. I need to remember that last sentence. It needs to be my mantra, my centering chant, the thing that makes me push beyond reason because failure isn’t an option. I’ve got five days to research to find the best thing to do to kick start this initiative. Proper diet, recipe, portions, planning. Fail to plan, plan to fail.
I’ve gone on enough for now. More tomorrow? Time will tell.
-Will
