I’m Responsible

I’m responsible.

For the fact that I am fat. 

I’m responsible.

For every extra calorie I eat. For every bad food choice I make.

I’m responsible.

For every calorie I cut. For every great food choice I make.

I’m responsible.

For the number on the scale when it goes up, and when it goes down. Even when it does not budge.

I’m responsible.

For every single time I make an excuse to not get out the door, to stay on the couch, to bask in the comfort of laziness.

I’m responsible.

For every run I’ve taken. For every muscle ache. For every minute I pushed further than I thought possible.

I’m responsible.

For being the husband, father, son, brother, friend, co-worker I not only want to be, but crave to be.

I’m responsible.

For seeking out the best support system possible.

I’m responsible.

For accepting the support of my family, friends, co-workers, and those I have chosen to connect with.

I’m responsible.

For for the pain I cause myself.

I’m responsible.

For forgiving myself because I cannot change the past, but I can damn well shape my future.

I’m responsible.

For the life I’m building.

I’m responsible.

Because I’m worthy. 

I’m responsible.

For making sure I’ve connected with the people that helped me realize this.

I’m responsible.

To make sure tomorrow is better than today and today was &%*$#@ great!