There's something super empowering about getting to a place in your life where you can inhale a doughnut with the same force and vigor that the vacuum cleaner pipe has for an earring on the ground.
I'm at that place. But I've also lost almost 20kg in the last five years. Four kilos a year is not a hard ask though really is it, it literally just involves not being a hungus all the time.
Only two days a week. And actually stopping eating when you are full. Crazy, I know. So guys, just sign up to my health and fitness blog/Insta/Pinterest/Facebook/bootcamp/trust circle to learn my secrets. Jokes.
But I am interested in getting more fit. I'm also interested in doing that in multiple ways, not using one formula, trying new things and not giving myself a time limit.
Imagine if we did that for other areas of our lives. If parents of young kids said, "We are going to be better parents in only eight weeks, with eight easy payments of $29.99 and a really helpful closed Facebook group that all of the other bad parents who don't care enough about their kids can't join. Unless they pay."
So why do we do it to ourselves when it comes to fitness? Jealousy is a major reason, I reckon. We all see the perfect bodies and the people ticking off physical and health achievements and we wish we could do the same, or worse, look the same! Yuk.