the most boring summer EVER

summer 2009

Wasn't it our dear Jack Sh*t who wrote a letter from his future self to the present-day guy, telling him all the reasons he was glad he followed his weight loss plan?

This is an "over the shoulder" shot of me driving out of the desert. No cars for miles around. Kind of cloudy, kind of bright, not too hot. Just driving.

These days, my thoughts are changing. Even my dreams are changing. I feel like I am going somewhere. Waiting to go somewhere. Getting the heck out of Dodge. Not in Kansas anymore. Poor Kansas. Always getting the bad rep. Or is it a bad "rap?"

I am finally ready to start my journey. I thought I was already journey-ing. The truth is, I am just getting started. And I am planning to have the most boring summer ever.

Just for this summer, I plan to do my boring work out most every day, even when I don't feel like it. Even if it's for five minutes. Just do it.

Just for this summer, I will pack my boring little lunch, without all the little "treats" I think I am entitled to, and will no doubt die without. I will do without them, just for one short summer.

Just for this summer, I will not even go to places that have been a temptation before. I will go PRE-prepared (hehe) and feel the boredom of not having everything I want. As if my eyes conspire with my hands, and force the forbidden food into my open, waiting mouth.

I am my own worst enemy. That fat Oompa Loompa in my ego's mind is forever telling me what to do. I know a guy named Ken. He says when the ego talks, do the opposite of what it says, and you'll be fine!

So just for this June, July and August, I will be on a budget of my mind. I can hear that little brat screamin' now! No junk, no cheating, no looking back.

I've had boring summers before. And I will again. But at the end of THIS summer, I will at least know I can do SOMETHING to really help myself. Perhaps I can look back on the summer of 2009 as the summer that I made it happen!

If I lose one pound or twenty. Me and my shadow are getting out of this dry and dusty desert. I see the buzzards circling overhead!