I want to quit.

I want to throw in the towel.

I don’t, but I want to.

It would be so easy! Just stop.

That would be the end of it. No more discomfort. No more EFBM. No more pushing past my comfort zone. Give up on my dream of being back at my Navy weight and size. I’d only be hurting myself, right?

Wrong!

My bride is watching.

I have watched her journey mimic mine. At the beginning I was trying to keep up with my her. She was killing it on her running, body comp changes, activity level and then I became her motivation. I was dropping fat like crazy, my endurance was going through the roof and I had more energy than I knew what to do with. Together we were getting healthy. She helped to push me through my P90X workouts and I helped encouraged her and helped make it possible for her to do 2 half marathons.

We were (and still are) a dynamic team!

Then P90X ended, her races were over and we just kind lost our motivation. I made excuses and compromised on my food choices and then she did to (she followed my led and I became an enabler).

My choices didn’t impact just me.

I can’t give up!

I have to keep going. If not for me, then to see my bride healthy and happy. I hate seeing her struggle, sore, and discouraged. So I press on. I keep going.

Yeah its tough, but she is worth it.

She will always be worth it.

Thanks baby for being my drive and my reason to push.

 

*Remember, we are ordinary people trying to live extraordinary lives!*

~”Fatboy”