The last post you'll read here (?)

There’s a good chance you’ll never read this site again by the end of this post. 

You’ve made your resolutions, you’re feeling motivated and raring to go and, Mayan calendar aside, you’re thinking that 2012 is going to be ‘Your’ year.  Sound familiar?  As familiar as this time last year? 

If you’re the kind of person that sets themselves goals and aims only to find that they’ve been abandoned on the wayside 3 months down the line there’s a very good chance you’re the kind of person I want to high-five in the face with my car.

Almost every conversation I’ve had so far, almost every facebook status I’ve seen has been about people setting their goals; airy-fairy, wishy-washy dreams that are magically going to become concrete reality within 365 days.

The.  Fuck.  They. Are.  

If you were a fatty-boom-boom this time last year then I could put some good money on the fact that you’ll be just as fat this time next year if not bigger.  If you were a miserable cunt on December the 31^st then yes, you’ll probably be just as much of a miserable cunt by the end of this month too. 

I’m not being misanthropic and those of you that know me, know I’m eternally the glass-half-full-give-my-shirt-off-my-back-to-naked-stranger kinda guy but it’s taking all my self control not to scream / become physically violent at the mass delusions people seem to be suffering from.

The gym is fucking RAMMED with the amount of fatties skinnies people eager to try out there super shiny new gym memberships, super shiny new trainers and super shiny grey jogging pants.  So many people walking around bristling with wires, earphones straps, iJunk and timers it looks as if the Borg have landed...and they’re fat.  And you know what? 75% will be gone before mid March.  And I’ll miss them. 

For every knobhead doing bicep curls in the squat rack that’s a guy that wants bigger arms.  For every dipshit trying to balance their new Kindle on a rower that’s someone who wants a healthier heart.  For every weirdo drying his nuts with a blow-dryer in the locker room that’s...er...someone who...well actually who the fuck knows what they want...

My point is, who are you?

If you’ve honestly committed to going a full 30 days paleo, to losing weight, to making the outside of you match the inside of you, how come there're still Xmas goodies left over in your cupboards? If you’ve decided to lose the fat that’s slowly snaking itself around your heart and waist where the fuck were you at 6am? 12pm?  5pm?

Don’t tell me the gym was closed.  Shut up.  Don’t give me that shit. More importantly, don’t give yourself that shit.  Find that untouchable piece of honestly within you and let it give you some damn perspective. 

Have you written down your goals?  Have you made yourself accountable to others?  Have you done a proper shop?  Have you taken your ‘before’ photo?  Have you sweated?  Have you burnt your bridges?  Because it’s gut check time.  It’s balls to the walls time.  It’s drastic, life or death, ‘you’re the hero’ time.  It’s God-damn hard work and never, NEVER, giving up.  It’s deciding if you want to stay in the grave you’ve dug for yourself or emotionally and mentally scarring yourself enough to make that change.  Yes it’s that dramatic.  And yes, it’s that important.

If you’re the kind of person that wants to grow, to prosper, if you want to make a permanent improvement in your life, if you can find the testicular fortitude to be honest with yourself then get naked and get happy, 2012 really is going to be your year. 

If not then fuck off, I don’t want you reading my site.