Never let the fear of striking out
get in your way.
~ George Herman "Babe" Ruth
I guess this is what keeps me going. I can't figure out any other philosophy that would keep me doing something, week after week after month after month after year after year, that results in so little success.
I've been weighing myself daily since the first of March, and I'm, um, striking out. I've started walking outside almost daily (five miles on hills); I'm still shredding myself with Jillian; I'm eating sensibly and healthfully, and I'm weighing, measuring and recording what I eat.
And this morning the scale read 3.5 pounds more than it did yesterday.
This is the part of weighing daily that drives me crazy. I understand the result is an average of the entire week, but seeing that horrible number this morning about did me in.
But you know, a good baseball player makes a ton o' cashmoneybucks by being good about 30 percent of the time. No one in the MLB even has a .500 batting average. .333 is pretty darned good. Meaning they strike out 70 percent of the time.
Maybe I should try a new bat. Or a new coach. Or a new team. One thing is for sure: I'm not leaving the game.