Failure is a TWO LETTER WORD!

Here's something you are going to hear alot, on occasion. I started working out and running again...
Which brings me back to the title once more.
Failure is a TWO LETTER WORD!
And that word is...
SO?!?!?!?
I've never read anything ANYWHERE that said you have to give up for all eternity just because you failed, or just plain threw in the towel at the time. You can choose to start your life over at any time or place that you want. Hell, if I didn't follow my own advice, I'd be doomed to a life of cigarettes, booze, junk food, and carpel tunnel inducing peter pounding! My (ex)sponsor said something to me once when we were doing a Fourth Step inventory for A.A.
"Ronnie, if I EVER went out again, I just don't think I could show my face around heeyah EVER again. EVER!"
And I thought, "Damn, isn't this like your fifth time back in? You must be too stupid to know, then, that the fork has already been "stuck" and the fat ladies are on their way to the Golden Corral buffet, with a hoarseness in their throats and a hunger in their bellies.
SO...
Don't give up! If you slide back down a little, or even plummet back down to the depths of, as I like to call it, "Lardassedness", then do not fret my little munchkins. We all tend to want to take it easy, it's a natural thing.
Motivation. Sometimes I have it, sometimes I don't. But I try, oh, how I try. Each and everytime, it gets easier though. I've been pretty good about my eating habits and when I weighed in, I was just a tad UNDER 170. I'm proud of that. I remember going to this funpark once when I was alot bigger (around 230), riding some bumper boats, and getting completely soaked. At the car, I took off my shirt to wring it out a bit.
THAT'S when I saw them. Three people in a car with a perfect view of the events unfolding. They were making faces and putting their hands in front of their eyes to shield them from my bodacious MOOBS. How deliciously cruel of them. I felt really bad at the time...
SO...
Those days are long gone. My kids go with me to the gym and work out with me. I also wear an MP3 player, so's I can jam to some sweet Duran whilst I turn this body into a lean, mean, lovemaking machine.
Ok, ok. It already IS a lovemaking machine, I'm just working on putting more of the lean and mean into it. This is so much better than sheepishly asking your family doctor for a few samples of Viagra. Which I never have, by the way, although I would STILL love to have four hours of "Penile Thunder" just for shits and giggles. And the OTHER thing, too!
SO...
What have we learned today? Failure is not always a permanent dilly-O. Feel free to give it another shot! What do you have to lose? You already suck at what you failed at.As Howard Jones once said...
Things Can Only Get Better!
So...
What are you waiting for? Hop to it!