On vacations, I let myself go a little. And by a little, I really mean a lot.
And when I say let myself go, I’m talking about food.
And when I say food, I’m not talking about anything remotely healthy.
I like to try the local flavors. Especially when those flavors are donuts and beer.
Our last trip was no different. This happened in New York City:
And then this happened in Edinburgh:
And of course, this:
My gut is paying the price. I’m healthy somewhere around 155 pounds and I came back weighing almost 173. Not good. I need to drop these pounds pronto, but I lack internal motivation.
If I can’t motivate myself, I must resort to extreme measures. I have two strategies to kick my ass into high gear:
I have a bet with Mr. WoW from Waffles on Wednesday. We are both trying to lose weight. Mr. WoW is demolishing me so far:
The loser has to:
- buy dinner
- buy beer
- guest post on the winner’s site
- pay the winner $1
The stakes are high and I don’t like to lose, so this is incredibly motivating. And Mr. WoW, you should be worried. Despite my slow start, I’m coming for you.
2: Money (for you!) (maybe…)
I don’t like losing money. Actually, I HATE it! This is the reason you’ll never catch me gambling. Except that $1 bet with Mr. WoW.
Anyway, to further motivate myself, I will give one lucky reader a $100 Amazon gift card if I fail at either of the following by October 1st:
- Weight must be under 160 pounds
- 10 pull-ups (I must do them all at once with full arm extension. No cheater reps.)
On Sunday, I weighed in at 168.2 and did 5 pull-ups. To keep myself honest, I’ll post a picture of my weigh-in and a video of me doing pull-ups on 10/2.
What about You?
Do you have any secret tips for motivation? How do you get your ass to the gym? How do you keep the fire burning?
I need all of the help I can get, so please unload your best tips!
I realize that I just offered to pay you if I don’t meet my goals, so I’m not expecting much beyond:
Go on the Donut Diet!
Big Macs are tasty!
Take up competitive drinking!
Obviously, I didn’t think this through. What the hell am I thinking?
Or maybe, just maybe, this is a deep Machiavellian masterstroke.
Nah, just a moronic joke. On myself.
Time to shut up and go running. Wish me luck. Or don’t.
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