My only advice to maintain a consistent program of exercise is to keep track of it. The main reason I share my results each month is not so much a mattet of pride as it is the motivation to show numbers that adhere to the goals I've declared on January one of that particular year. My word has become sacred to me; I' have convinced myself that should I not make the goals I have so publicly, almost impudently declared, an imperceptible crack would form on the windshield of my life, spreading with each successive stone of failure. So, each morning, and I do mean EACH MORNING, I struggle out of bed, fighting demons of discouragement and begin the seemingly insurmountable task of counting my push-ups and recording that first set on my iPhone notepad before venturing to the pull-up bar and doing the same thing there; then, slither to the mat I do my thousand crunches, one-at-a-time. For me, declare, record and share, has kept me going since September 3, 2003, the day I decided to have my last alcoholic beverage and start my modest exercise program on Jan 1, 2004. I vowed, gritting my teeth through the doubt, that I would make my goal: to declare it, record faithfully and accurately what I have done and share for all to judge the strength of my resolution and the veracity of my word. Start with small victories my good friend, record them and, more importantly, move onto the next challenge: movement is the fountain of youth--body, mind, and spirit. Respectfully, John Nuck
