Riding the Curve (-2#)

So yesterday when I got home from the gym, and another 2 pound loss, my wife commented that she had read a couple months worth of the blog and that she was surprised at how miserable I sounded.  Looking back. . .yeah, it was miserable.  I really hated it.  I hated the monotony of the diet.  I hated getting on the elliptical or lifting the weights.  It looked like a neverending road of boring and pain.  I hated the fact that it felt like I was just a hampster on a wheel - not going anywhere, not doing anything and all to no purpose.  Yeah, I pretty much just hated everything about it.

Now though. . .not so much.  I mean, don't get me wrong.  I'm still a hampster on a wheel, but it's not taking me the long way to nowhere.  I'm getting somewhere.  Granted, I don't know where.  I don't know what I'm going to do when I reach my goal.  I just know that I am going to reach it.  Conquer it.  Win.  Whatever - it's all euphamisms for "I don't hate it anymore".  I don't feel right unless I go to the gym FFS.  I look forward to the challenge of a new routine or changing the existing one.  I think about ways to make things harder.  Not because I need to or because I think it'll be more fun.  To be quite honest, harder does not equate to fun to me in this particular situation.  The reward of success though, that is always sweet.  I love seeing myself accomplish these new things.  I love the pride in my wife's eyes when I succeed.  Most of all, I love doing the things I actually set out to do.