It’s funny when you come to think of it how far you can push your own body if the goal seem to be worth it. That’s what I’ve been doing for nearly one year now. In to the day 14 days from now, it will be one year since I decided to turn around my lifestyle. That leaves me with many thoughts. Was there something I could have done better? Should I have aproached this subject in another way? Was I stupid to make the texts for my webpage in english? Have I really learned anything at all?

On the oposite side of the field there is the joy of feeling 1/3 less heavy and being able to do a whole bunch of things I have never in my life done before. Who on this earth would have believed that I, the round 130 Kg geek would be bikeriding more than 110 km in one day? Or, what about swimming 4096 meters? I guess that as the one year barrier draws closer I will get more sentimental and less optimistic about the future. I feel like I have lost something, and what I am holding on to as of now are only my dream of stepping up on the weight and see the needle stop at 77 Kg. Maybe I just have a bad day, but let’s say that when I reach 77 Kg’s that I can not feel joy, and be able to keep my weight there? What then? It’ll all be in vain.

To make sure such wont happen, I’ve decided to push hard to reach the goal in time. Endgames, as I have titled the final phase of this period in my life will be hard on me, both physical and psychological. We’re taking hard workouts, lots of fatburning and nearly no special meals. For two weeks. Maybe I’ll have a breakdown and drink some during the weekend, but that’ll be ok. Alcohol doesn’t stay, I’ve noticed. So; If you happen to know me and are around Trondheim the next weeks. Don’t invite me in for ‘a lill snack’ or ‘a movie & some food’. I can’t accept. It’s not because I am rude (I know I am), but because I want to make this. This is Endgames. Say goodbye to 81. 77 here I come.