mdrane’s BodyBlog

Enough of Mr. Potential.  I’ve been Mr. Potential in virtually every facet of life since I was a child.  The only thing that has ever gotten in my way has been my stupid arrogance.  I know I can, and deep down inside that is enough for me. 

News Flash

*******THAT HASN’T DONE SHIT FOR YOU YET DUMBASS!!!!*******

Where I’m from, Mr. Potential winds up on the streets telling all the other guys on the corner about what he used to be and what he coulda done.  I don’t see that in my future, but I don’t want to chance it.  Be it my faith, my marriage, my kids, my career, my education, or the gym, I have to commit 110%.  I’m great at 100% until I prove it to myself.  I almost never hit 110%.  But Oh Boy once I get close enough to a goal to prove to myself that I am capable of doing it…I’m lucky to hit 70% effort from that point on.  And that is sole reason why I am what/where I am today.  It only takes talking to me for 20 sec. to realize I’m not even close to satisfied with my current reality.

Since I have seen a glimpse of “an ab” my diet has slipped a little more and a little more. 

FINISH THE DAMN JOB!!! 

Declaration - Clean from here out.

From this point on I’m taking it out of my hands.  When ShanBL, miked512, Stevep78, niknak32, BISON 911, Deborah Ann, jxpop, and Dave5857 agree that my progress pics say “Dammit you did it!!” then I can go into my bulking phase.

Until Then…

**************************“CLEAN IT UP DRANE!!”***********************

It is winding down here at work and I am sitting down for my “break” 30 min before we close.  I’ll be out of here in an hour and a half and I find myself trying to time when I drink my sugar free red bull I have stashed in one of the coolers.  I’m going to the gym when I leave here because my wife’s car is in the shop and she will need mine in the morning to go to school.  So as not to inconvenience her I will be the idiot in the gym running miles, doing box jumps, and sweating out every piece of lettuce I ate today, while the rest of this town roll over in their sleep and burps up pizza.  

I don’t have a problem being that guy.  I’m that guy at work, I’m that guy amongst my friends, I’m even that guy at home.  But is being that guy really getting me anywhere?  I’m still working two jobs.  I’m still to scared to call up my photographer friend to get in there and take some pics of me.  I’m still taking one class at a time to try to get this stupid MBA.  I’m just still.  I’m doing lots of movement and all of it feels like forward steps but am I taking a million forward steps in a million different races?? 

I think this is the lack of carbs talking.  I’m sure I will deny ever writing this in two weeks but it’s what’s on my mind right now.  I’m so excited about my progress at work, at the gym, in class, and even in my home but sometimes doing for self gets tiring.  It would be nice to get some type of reward.  A thank you, a good job, a RAISE, or even a keep it up the light at the end of the tunnel is getting closer and “BOY IS IT A DUSSIE”!