Like a lot of preppers, I've been guilty of putting tons of time, effort, and money into object prepping and zero anything into personal prepping. For years I focused my attention on the fun stuff, like guns or small livestock or books. The hard stuff, the stuff that requires you to sweat, not exactly tops on my list.
That all changed March 7. I don't know why. It wasn't like I had some late blooming New Year's resolution I finally decided to honor. Something in my head just clicked, and unlike previous times when I half-assed decided to get in shape and lose weight, this time something was different. I can't put my finger on it, but the why-isn't-the-damn-scale-moving frustration that kicks in two weeks into any diet I've ever tried didn't kick in this time. I didn't throw in the towel after two or three weeks and go back to Netflix and popcorn. Nearly three months later, I'm still cool.
I'm also 29 pounds lighter.