A promise is a promise

The pains of promises

This past new years (4 days ago) I made a list of things that I would like to accomplish by the end of the year. Some things are personal, some things are psychological, some things are physical. A few of these resolutions, or promises are: to lose the remaining amount of weight to get down to 200 lbs; to become more of a patient person; to be optimistic by default instead of pessimistic.

The problems when we make resolutions and promises is somewhere along the way, people are going to want to see results, and to keep us accountable. I could resolve, and promise to lose the last 18 lbs I need to, but in march if I weigh 240 lbs again, it will be painfully evident that I failed to deliver on my promises.

In an effort to make good on my resolutions and shed some weight, I went to the hotel fitness center today and attempted to run a mile. In high-school I used to be quite the athlete, and was in shape, I could run 6 miles at a time, and run one mile in around 5:45. Needless to say, I was reminded that in fact I am 5 years removed from high-school (thats a scary thought) This is the first time I’ve exercised since August, and I was humbled to find out that 12:08 is the fastest I can run a mile.

While it wasn’t easy today, and Im assured it will only get harder today, I’m committed to dropping some weight, and being a more optimistic person, and to be patient with things. I can only hope that three, six, nine months down the road there will be some sort of evidence that this is true, after all I wouldn’t want to break a promise.