Week 10: celebratory skepticism

 When you’ve been happily eating shit for the past longer-than-hell amount of time it becomes really really really fucking hard to celebrate achievement. Here’s an example i see every day: random person says “hey man, how’s it going?” And the truth is that it’s actually going pretty ok if not good. But for some reason my brain settles on “oh you know, just another day” as if shit is terrible. Why? Damn dude be happy when things get good. Celebrate small victories. If you hold your applause until Yorktown sized wins…well your clapping muscles will atrophy.

Last week was actually pretty good in all reality. Weighed in losing 6 pounds in a month and dropping one percent body fat, ran four continuous miles (which i haven’t done in ages), and my maxes only dropped by a little over the past shit spiral into oblivion (sitting at 215/255/345). And yet with all of this i can’t help but be cautious, waiting for the shoe to fall on some horrific news. It’s what I’m used to, it’s all I’ve known for quite some time, and fighting that cognitive distortion will be a significant bitch.

All that to say the road is looking pretty clear from last week and I’m generally excited to see how long i can maintain this trajectory. Will i be jacked by my San Antonio trip? No. No chance. But if i can get one person to be like “dude, looking svelt” I’ll get to practice accepting good shit. Anyways, oh right and i really need to just knock this shit out on Sundays because Mondays are becoming the *extreme Jean ralphio voice* THE WOOOOOOOORRRRST

NFCWFH / IGY6 / 988 / SCW / 45

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