I have not posted for six months. I have not worked out for nearly as long. I am out of shape in almost every area of my life. Between the depression, the junk food, and neglecting my keyboard I am all but gone.
Like so many I have committed to losing some pounds and gaining some discipline this year. Truthfully, I am thus far failing.
Failure: an all to common word I use these days.
I do not feel worthy to be writing an article regarding health and fitness. I am neither healthy nor fit. What happened to the young man full of focus and perseverance? What happened to the drive and dedication? What happened to the energy and passion?
Alas, I am here with so many: at the beginning of the long journey to recovery. What hope should we carry with us?
Out of the night that covers me.
Black as the pit from pole to pole.
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade.
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate.
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley