Promises to myself

I have a confession to make.

I have to admit, this is rather difficult. My fingers are straining at the keys. My mind is screaming NO! Don't tell them! and the stark white emptiness of the computer screen seems to be telling me to run away.
I'm closing my eyes, taking a deep breath and...

I'm not in shape.
There, it's out. That horrible little sentence is free from my mind to haunt me now from the world of the written.
Granted, I wouldn't say I'm an invalid. But for my own personal standards, I am not where I would like to be physically.
I have always approached excercise as a "do when you feel" sort of thing. I've never really been able to stick to a set routine.
But no more!
I'm going to grab that horrible little sentence by the horns and do something about it!

The problem has been identified, now for the solution.

One thing about writing for the public (i.e. posting on the internet) is that you can't take it back. There is a record of your thoughts that millions of eyes (depending on popularity) can see and remember.
This blog holds me acountable. It makes me think before I write and if I don't, it teaches me a lesson in humility.
That being said, I am going to use this to set some goals for myself.

If I say I will do a thousand push-ups a day to my friend and then don't, oh well. My friend most likely will still talk to me if I don't do it and I can go on watching T.V without any real consequences, immediate consequences anyway.
If I tell my Mom I'm going to climb Mount Everst next Sunday, she will have her doubts but smile. When I fail to complete the monumentous task, she will still meet me for our weekly coffee.
If I write it down, however, if I put it into words and hit the "Publish Post" button, that's it, I'd better do it.

So, without anymore adu...my goals for this week:

1. 10 knuckle push ups everyday when I wake up. As soon as my feet touch the floor.

Start one step at a time I always say...