The gym this morning was pretty empty. I guess it never did fill up like the quickie articles (blurbs?) in Men's Health or MSN threatened it would, but still there was a perceptible bump up in numbers. That's gone now. The pair of women in their late 50s don't show. The guy wearing one of those official NFL jerseys that cost $200 to every workout hasn't been there in awhile. Those two dudes who wear their construction boots to the weightroom and go in to work without showering are gone too.
Yep - Valentine's Day has come and went, and it looks like most of the New Year's Resolutioners didn't make it. Such is the problem with the Resolution to begin with, I think. There's nothing concrete about it. It's just a number. It's just a day. It's the same with people who, confronted with their need to change say, "I'm planning to start on Monday." That Monday is weak as wet paper, and just about as useless. Setting a date to start doesn't typically work. Neither does saying things like, "I'll start tomorrow, so tonight I'm going to have a blow-out as I can't ever eat this fried chicken/cheeseburger/pizza again!", followed by a total binge. When people do that, they're really affirming that they don't want to give those things up. That they're not ready to.
Don't wait for Monday. Don't have a splurge dinner. Let go of the chains that keep you bound to your unhappiness. Just do it. Just start.