6 AM Monday.
I started working in September of 2016, I've worked for a little over a year now.
I started working out in December of 2016, I've hit 135 lbs from 170. I am still somewhere around 15 to 20 percent body fat.
I still have some lingering issues but I decided a few months ago that they weren't worth fixing or rather that the right choice was to grow up from them.
Last month, I flipped the switch and started looking for another job. I have an in person interview this week. I want the job, I want everything to change.
Everyday I think about what I am giving up to follow the goals I have now. Everyday it is getting harder or easier, but I'm firm in my beliefs. More stronger than I've ever been, more cut throat then I thought would be necessary.
Frankly, I wish I had known this sooner. I am alone in my aspirations. Only I want this, no one else even remotely cares. I had to write this to remind myself.
I'll give myself one more damn year to reach the physical body I want and I've got a little less than 4 years to be making 6 digits.
I can do this and I fully accept the price of it.
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