When I began this little adventure, I understood that I was asking a lot of myself.  I was injecting a massive dose of discipline into a very undisciplined body, mind and soul.  I knew it was going to be hard and I expected to fail, to slip up, but to get back up and go for it again.

What I didn’t anticipate was how much discipline it would take to document the process.  I mean, I knew that I would have to be dedicated to do it.  What I didn’t anticipate is having the same kind of feelings about blogging that I have about going to the gym.

Over the past couple of days, I have done all the stuff I was supposed to do – exercised mind, body and soul. (In full disclosure, I skipped my workout today to allow a little inflammation in my right ankle to subside.)   But each night, I sat in my living room debating with myself whether or not I was going to blog about it.  It wasn’t that I didn’t have anything to say.  I just didn’t feel like typing it out.

Well, here I am, typing it out – documenting my process.  I enjoy it most of the time and dread it on occasion.  I think it’s that way with a lot of things in life, especially those things that make us better.