Bass-Ackwards

So, fresh off my recent melt-down, I'm trying to spring-board out of it with some renewed energy for things that I let go or ignored over the last couple of months.  With working so hard there for those 3.5 months of landscaping and the vacation, it seems as though I've been running non-stop for months... and now, I'm a little lackadaisical, to say the least.  I blame some of it on the heat... but that's all it really is... unsubstantiated, deflected blame.  I got lazy... plain and simple.  They say (who exactly is 'they' anyway and, boy, they chime in about everything, don't they?), 'if you want something done, give it to a busy person'... and if you want something to be put in a pile until after I get done watching my progrums, and then we'll see about it... well, that would be me lately.

Throughout history, people have been using forms of public humiliation, some cruel and unusual, as a way of reform.  This usually involved different methods to induce shame through 'mob justice', such as being locked in shackles or a pillory, the chair of shame... the 'dunce' hat... several badges of shame and various other types, usually in the center of town for all to see and mock.  For this application, we'll just use my blog. 
From January through March, I was doing so well with my eating right and working out.  As a necessity (to be able to have energy to work), I had to increase my calorie intake, and it usually wasn't the best for me.  Time also played a part, since when I was working, I could only grab things on the run.  On the days where it rained, my old friends, guilt and stress, made sure that I ate shitty as well... (see the Sponge-Cake-a-Day Diet).

So here I am, coming from it at a different angle this time.. ass-backwards.  Instead of fat to lean like last time, it's lean to fat to lean again... and it's not so easy getting started.  I've done some push ups and things here and there, but I haven't been back into my routine in months.  Originally starting at 194lbs and 21% body fat, I had that down to 165lbs and 16%... and now, while I only weigh 171lbs, I'm sure that my fat % has increased and my muscle mass has decreased.  My tone is gone, other than my bitchy, sarcastic one.

I'm an all-or-nothing type person... so I need to get crazy about it again.  I need to get John on-board since I'm the poster child for 'fat and happy'... it's definitely harder in a relationship, unless the other person is beating you about the head and neck to get to the gym.  Unconditional love and acceptance is great for the heart, but bad for the belly.