“Reluctantly crouched at the starting line…”

I finally gave in and went and bought a big ol container of protein powder so that I can start having protein shakes post workout. I even bought one of those fancy schmancy cups with the lil whisk ball in it. Okay, okay. Fine. I bought two! One smaller one and one taller one. The smaller one is white and green. The larger one is my favorite because it’s all orange. Now I just need to keep working at it to get the body that goes with the people that typically drink those things. Lol. (As of right now I’m down between 15 and 17 lbs - So I’m half way there.) In a roundabout sort of way, I also think drinking one of these a day is also going to help push me to eat better. Hopefully it’s a win-win situation.

Anyhoo, it’s funny how something as simple as that makes me feel so much bigger in the grand scheme of things. And when I say bigger, I mean it in the “bigger and better” way. It’s like I’m a member of a secret society now… except that really it just means I’m drinking one measly protein shake a day in the hopes that it will trick my muscles into thinking they are bigger and badder than ever before. And now that I’ve said that, let me just throw in the disclaimer that I realize that’s not how it works. (Good thing only a handful of people actually read this because I can only imagine the kind of comments that would be left correcting me otherwise.)

I’ve got two people interested in helping me get my body to looking how I want it to look. One has offered to help me build up my upper body strength (which is practically nil at the moment). And today I received an offer to help me work on my conditioning by doing sprint work, etc. I’ve managed to get myself to where I am today (with the help of a couple motivating people), but I’ve held back on moving forward (go figure) because quite honestly I know how much it’s going to hurt. I can’t hold myself back anymore though. I’ve got to fight through the pain so that I can get stronger. I realize that I need people helping me with this, so while I don’t like asking for help or relying on other people, it seems that maybe it’s time to. What’s the worst that can happen? They fail me or I fail myself… and I am really tired of failing myself. So maybe I’ll give this whole help thing a try?