
The first seven weeks of P90X have gone much better than I expected. I feel unbelievable and am in the best shape of my life. However, I'm not satisfied with the the changes in my physique. When I look at the boxing video I posted two days ago, I see a fat saggy old man. I know I'm carrying a lot of water weight from the frickini' Prednisone, but I weighed in at 258 this morning and that just sucks and that's just inexcusable. I gotta lose some weight; I gotta lean up; I gotta get cut up and ripped.
Now I'm going to find out what I'm really made of. I know I'm capable. I know I can do it. It's time to dig deep. It is time to show some real guts and crush that loser mentality. No excuses. Only results. Bring it.
Note: My son, Ryan, was finally able to get a new vehicle—can you say, hallelujah?—so I'm back to morning workouts starting tomorrow. Trust me. This is going to make life easier for the both of us. I had a very long day, so I didn't finish my Yoga X workout until 11:30pm. The workout was wonderful. I opened the garage door, turned the fans on low, and flipped off the lights so the only illumination came from my TV. Then I did what I said I was going to do and pushed myself 100% for 90 minutes.
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