Not fun

I'm often asked about FWSW. Friends, family and even strangers ask ... often. I guess there's something about a svelte, bald man in a neon pink shirt that screams "ask me about FWSW!" Everybody asks the same questions: how long is the program, how much weight have I lost, what are the workouts like, etc. While most of the questions are fairly predictable, I'm surprised that so many folks ask if I'm having fun.

I usually say "no." For the most part, it hasn't been fun. I don't enjoy sweating on the stair-stepper, waking up for early workouts, doing planks, etc. Don't get me wrong ... I'm thankful. I know this is a privilege and I really, really appreciate the opportunity I have to do this. But is it fun? Not really ... it's hard work.

So just last night, I was talking to someone about FWSW and the inevitable "are you having fun?" question comes up. I gave my standard answer, and he came back with "that's a shame. I've been through the wringer too and a few years ago I weighed eighty pounds more than I do now. I had to find things that made it fun. If you don't do that, it will get really hard to stay motivated. It's easier to keep working hard if you're having a good time."

That's when I realized parts of FWSW have been a lot of fun. I'm making great friends, and I love my teammates. (Go Pink!) And I look forward to writing this blog at the end of each day. I'm not required to write as often as I do, but it's good for me. Working hard gives me something to mention here. I'm afraid that when I run out of material, I'll run out of steam. So, I guess this blog is more for me than you. I hope you appreciate it. I do.