Being Awesome

So, last year, I went through what I referred to as an "existential crisis." It was basically a wake-up call that the way I was living my life wasn't conducive to "living."

I quit my vices: drinking, smoking, eating meat, and all the bad things that go along with those things. I took the LSAT, I ran a 5k, began playing the guitar. And oh yeah, looked awesome. Indeed, I believe I referred to myself as having a "rockin' bod."

So, that being said, I've had a bit of a slide back to my "old self." I guess its time to get back on that old wagon. Start back up where I left off.

Tomorrow morning when I get up, I'm going to begin a concerted effort once again to jump on the "clean living" wagon. I honestly enjoyed the runners high, the self-righteousness that comes with depriving oneself and pushing oneself.

I've already decided that I'm going to do a triathlon sprint, and I've been waiting for my skin to get better before really actively training. But. At this point, I'm not sure that waiting is going to be an option.

I want to start right now.

Tonight, I had a conversation with someone I used to date, who has recently been on a mission to get into shape. While we were talking, I realized that I missed all of that... the exercise, the eating healthy.

I want to feel that sense of accomplishment that goes along with being awesome.

I have this piece of cake tattooed on me for a reason. Its so that I won't forget how awesome I can be. It's time to earn that cake again.

So. Adam: Cake Sunday is back on. Neil: You can't get out of this one. Mom: Ask me about my workouts.

It's awesome.