Complacency, go and get knotted ya bastard!

Complacency... a friend of mine from years ago who was a pilot for 40 years said that more pilots have accidents not long after they've completed 300 hours of flying because they forget to be careful, they get confident and make mistakes.What does that have to do with me? Can I fly a plane? Hell yes! Like a bird... Virgin's just begging me to come fly their big jets.

So not true. 

But what is true is this... I remember last week thinking "I'm in my groove!" Fantastic, I had a rest day, then worked out, Friday I forgot... didn't even think of it, Saturday I worked out, yesterday I forgot and I've just had a mega dinner and realised I'd forgotten again and there's no darned way I'm working out with a belly this full!

Complacency is not my friend. From this point on, seeing as the novelty has worn off, I need to be strict and schedule my workouts. I'll plan them the night before so that when I wake up early, there's one ready. And I'll make two times available every day so that if I sleep in or get held up in the morning, I have time in the evening.

It's that simple. Complacency won't get me a body that's strong and capable. I know because it hasn't so far. It's got me a flabby albeit skinny body that has no endurance (my endurance is all mental...) and aches at the slightest strain. Exercise will give me a body that is strong, can go the distance, is muscular enough to support the skeletal system, is cleaner (hello lymph glands) and that I'm proud of when I look in the mirror.

No more! I workout whether I feel like it or not. Two off days per week and every other day... I... I... I workoooooout. Two of those workouts each week will be full on and make me hurt like my muscles have been injected with battery fluid and the rest will be gentler recovery workouts.

I'm excited by my plan. It's taking shape but gives me freedom. Huzzah!

Complacency, go and get knotted ya bastard!