TRAIN YOUR BODY
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2.) Learn to deal with yourself
1.) Know where you stand
3.) Shine, shine, shine!

Before charging forward on our best jousting mustang, we should mentally prepare with Step 2.  What, you may wonder, the heck does that mean?

It means: get ready to look at yourself in a way you never thought possible.  By the way, we’re not jousting today, put the big bough down.

So, Step 2: Learn to deal with yourself.

Huh?

If you’re locked on the LCD screen with eyes glazed over like your $0.99 morning meal, go ahead and pretend that you do have control over the annoying (oh, so inevitable) sugar-crash and read on.

Learn to deal with yourself.  Let this challenge soak through and full-on, through each unit that adds up to you.

Like your arm is a part of your body, your body is a part of you.  Understand this.  Respect this.  Don’t give your body too much credit, but don’t underestimate its impact or value either.  No one is expecting a 5-point-star essay that succinctly sums you up (in 700 words or less.)  Don’t even worry.

As a matter of fact, a very large part of this very lesson (that you are reading at this very moment) is avoiding the counter-productive, catch-22 and needlessly destructive habit of WORRY.

If you need to re-read that sentence, that's fine, but trust me, it works.

We’re, obviously moving right along at a clipped and pithy rate—already coming up on Step 1!

Know where you stand.

Yes, generally it’s a good idea to know, at least your geographic region.  And yes, emotionally, you’ll need to know your heart before your own “I have a dream” debut.  Those points are valid, but I’m addressing your body here.  We’re getting to the gold nuggets now.

Don’t be afraid of the number on your scale.
 It’s ok to wrap a measuring tape around your head, shoulders, knees and toes.  Go wild—spend 20 nude minutes with your mirror! 

If this concept is new, you may want to start instead, with 60 seconds and your swim suit through a mascara compact. Eventually, as your mental toughness and confidence mature, you may even graduate as “Fun House Reflec-dictorian.”

WARNING: Do not disrobe in any public and/or family-oriented carnival attraction.
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We now, rejoin the program in progress.

—3:
Get ‘cho shine ow-ow-ow-on!

Yeah, I sang that.
And yeah, my dog and her Corgi-cousin most definitely ran away when I did.

Obviously, the eventual goal is textbook-flawless LDL’s and HDL’s, a heart hybrid from Lance Armstrong and the romantic David from American Idol.

We’re all after the lowest BMI number in “Normal Range” (minus, one for good luck.)  And eventually, (when the tan on our 8-pac abs matches the Thanksgiving Day entrée) we will get around to swimming from Maui to Hanalei to see what that rascal dragon actually puffs.

For now?

Get’cha shi-i-ine Ah-aaahwn!