Great Expectations

July 2012

David was going great on his journey. He was running a few times a week, working out in the gym consistently and eating well. He was looking and feeling good (I know this because I felt him, and he felt good. ;o)

He was loving his progress so much that he thought if he did more he would look and feel even better.

One night, after an awesome workout when he was feeling particularly high from endorphins (or maybe crack, I’m not sure) he sat himself down and drew up this monster schedule for his gym workouts. He wanted to work out every night for 1-2 hours.

I told him he was crazy. He works long hours and has to get up very early, so his day would be too full. But he was determined.

So he created this big schedule and then…..

Nothing.

He did nothing.

On the first night he could not workout because, for some reason, by the time he was getting around to it it was too late. The next night, the same thing happened.

So, he gave up because felt like he had failed. (I have done this a million times before too)

Did he fail? No, of course not. He had already come so far. But the expecations and pressure he put on himself were unrealistic. And while it would have been great to do it, to stick to his plan, life got in the way and it was just not going to be possible to do it all the time.

October 2012

Now it is a few months later. He is eating shit and not working out. He thinks working out and eating well is too hard. He can’t see that what he had been doing before was fine, he was getting fitter and faster and seeing great results.

I think he is perfect how he is. In my eyes, he is a big fucking hunk.  But I know how happy he is when he is working out and feeling fit, just like I am at the moment.

So I want him to get back into it.

BUT - I find it hard enough to motivate myself, I don’t know how I am going to motivate him as well, but I want to. 

I am thinking he needs a goal to look forward to.

He has always wanted to do a run, like a 5 or 10k so I am thinking of signing him up for some kind of race behind his back. Is this naughty? Maybe, but I think I am going to do it anyway.