I burned a little ship of my own the other day. Okay, maybe not a "ship" per se - more like a dinghy.
We just returned home from family vacation in Carlsbad, our annual week at the beach. It was bliss. However, vacations can pose a challenge when it comes to making productive eating decisions. Different sights, different people, different kitchen. All of these "differents" can throw the routine off, if you know what I mean. Let's just say not all my decisions were productive ones in light of my health goals. Nothing major, but enough to make me start to question my ability to maintain for the long term.
When we returned home, I was reminded of where I was a couple years ago. As I unpacked, I found my old swimming trunks tucked away in a drawer. My "big daddy" trunks.
Yup, there they are. Don't melt your retinas.
Last year was the first year I was actually able to get the "fit daddy" trunks on. This year, I didn't even pack the "big daddy" trunks. When we got home, there they were.
See, I've kept them around, just in case. Just in case it all goes to pot. Just in case I throw it all away and blow up again. Just in case I get selfish and lazy again, and decide that instant gratification is more important than fitness and longevity.
I cut them in half and threw them in the trash. Just like that. Because there will not be a "just in case." There will not be a next time. I burned my dinghy. Because--
I. Am. Not. Going. Back.
Arguably, shredding a pair of shorts may be a small milestone to some (I've seen my formidable wife Stacy dispose of yard-bags filled with old "big girl" clothes). But it was a big deal to me.
Do you have a ship you wish you could burn? Any "big boy" clothes you wish you could give away? I can help! I am a Certified Health Coach with Take Shape For Life, and I can help you achieve your health goals. Hey, life is too short to pretend to not be embarrassed at the beach. Join me, and let's move forward together.