A month ago, I faced my fears by sharing photos of my journey. Although there's not much visible change, I've lost 37 pounds in over six months. I resumed gym workouts on October 4th and aim to maintain this progress consistently each month moving forward.

Wake up, workout, repeat. Even after a holiday. Today I got to the gym at 7am. I put my headphones on, turned on Pearl Jam and worked off the Thanksgiving Day gluttony. Recently, I switched up my workout from 5 days of isolated workouts to a Push, Pull system. I am working out Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Wednesday. My routine is now Push, Pull, Legs and Core, Upper Body, Cardio with rest days on Tuesday and Thursday.

When you're starting a health journey to lose weight and grow stronger, Thanksgiving can be an interesting holiday. I am trying to make smart choices. Yet, I keep wondering, "will I have two servings of stuffing and mashed potatoes... or twelve?" Clearly you see my dilemma, right? Thanksgiving is taunting me, it is making it personal. Yet, here is something this holiday didn't consider: If I feel like it, I am going to eat a LOT.

The time I post current photos to hold myself accountable and to hopefully look back on and smile at my progress.

My mind is always looking for an excuse to call it quits. Always searching for a reason to shut it down and call it a day. You have pain in your heel, stop your workout. Your elbow is sore, don't workout today. That darn knee of yours is stiff and aching again, better not go for your walk. My mind is a sneaky, backstabbing jerk, if I'm being honest.

Workout completed , a rough one, so I decided to record a video rant about where I am at on this journey.

What is driving this journey? Is it really just fear of getting old?

There is not many things more humbling than going to the gym at the start of your journey and being humbled by how much weight you can actually lift.

Why does my mind sabotage me?

What routine am I following now to get healthy? Wouldn't you like to know??

OK. I have set my goal, albeit a vague one. By the age of 50, two years from now, I will be in the best physical shape of my life. Right now, I am in the worst shape of my life. Two years to turn it all around. Two years to hit the back nine of my life with a rejuvenated spirit.

I recently turned 48, which is crazy to say. I am struggling to fully grasp that number. Wasn't I twenty just a few years ago? I feel like I am in my twenties, mentally. It's just, I don't feel like that. Not anymore. Truth is, while I may be 48, my body feels twice that age. I am in the worst shape I have ever been.

It's not funny anymore. It was never funny, but it's really not funny anymore. I feel like I'm John Cusack, stuck the body of John Malkovich, unable to escape, unable to do anything. All I can do is watch in horror as everything is dismantled and destroyed. I'm screaming, I'm yelling, I'm banging the drum of action and nothing. Just nothing.

Facebook. Reconnecting with the past made facebook exciting.Nostalgia and reminiscing brought a smile to my face as I scrolled through your life, and you commented on mine. We watched our children …