The Dirty Thirty
So the month of November is notorious for men of all shapes and varieties partaking in what many call ‘No Shave November’. I for one am in it to win this year as in previous years I have backed out or failed to make it any longer than about a week or two. In a way it’s a microcosm of the battle we face in our personal lives. At first the prospect of hard work seems like an exciting challenge, but as we get into the really difficult parts our faith to ourselves is tested in ways we could’ve never imagined.
Once you get past the hump and prevail, you’re now a little bit closer to being a true man. I’m committed but I’m going to be absolutely honest. As far as the goals of this blog are concerned, I have sucked in the last couple weeks and in a way have let my friends down, but more importantly let myself down. I haven’t lost sight of my goals however with financial despair comes a reorganization of priorities and unfortunately my overall health has taken a step back to that overall prerogative.
Right now it’s really hard for me to continue going to gym so I’ve taken to working out at home with a resistance braid, an exercise ball, and a jump rope so as to save some money. I would say I try and get in 2-3 times a week so that I get some blood pumping and relieve some stress. I haven’t weighed myself in a couple weeks so I can’t give you an accurate read out but my diet has been ok for the most part and I’ve had some great victories in that regard. I’m not stress eating which is a big plus considering my history and since I’m broke as hell the amount of temptation has certainly dropped off.
I have some really mixed feelings and I’ve got a lot on the horizon that I am so nervous about. I want things to start happening for me, and this beard I’m growing is not just some infantile competition, it’s a symbol of the hard work I’m putting in towards a better life. Long nights, early mornings. DIRTY THIRTY.