Jesus. Yesterday was hard on the ego. I was totally sleep deprived and wiped out all day. I didn’t get to work out, but we did get through the day with intermittent fasting. That was easy.

All in all, I am anxious to get going again. It was a rough day. Fighters fight. Fighting isn’t about hitting. Its about not getting hit. And if you do, its about getting up and moving forward. Keep pressing, keep dancing and keep your hands up.

Ya know, I woke up one January morning a few years ago, I realized that I was now in my fifties. Everything changed. I was suddenly weaker and slower and clumsier and greyer and suddenly it felt like I was getting hit everyday, all day. And it never really got better. In fact, it just got worse. Heavier. Slower. Weaker.

Then last week, when we made the decision to stop drinking, start working out again and eating better, it was like getting hit again. It felt like I hadn’t done anything right for the past few years. I felt a bit like a failure. I clearly knew better, but I fucked it up anyway. But something was different this time. This time, I actually felt like hitting back.

Like Rocky Balboa said, “Age catches up to everyone. Especially when you’re standing still.”

So no more standing still.

Even though yesterday was rough, we got through it. We didn’t slip. We got hit but we got up and kept moving forward.

Peace