How many times have I used those words with my son? Hundreds. Real sympathetic parenting, I know, right? But sometimes, that's just all there is to say. Deal with the fact that you have to get up and get dressed for school. Deal with the fact that 3rd grade brings with it much more homework than previous years. Deal with the fact that YOU wanted to be in both karate & football and that means, sometimes, you are gonna be a little busier than you like. Deal with the fact that your mother cooks at home most days and McD's is simply out of the question.
Deal with it.
Now to turn that pointing gun right around and fire off a few rounds of "Deal with it" for myself.
Deal with the fact that you have a raging headache. Deal with the fact that chocolate is not an acceptable healthy food group. Deal with the fact that you have a busy schedule and fast food is still not an option for you. Deal with the fact that you are always going to struggle with weight, and yes, you are always going to have to eat this way. Deal with the fact that your leg hurts, or your shoulder hurts, or your head aches ... or whatever other ailment it is today. You are 41 years old and have abused your body for years. Not in a good way.
Deal with it.
I don't want to, most of the time. Yes, I feel 100x better after I go to the gym. I feel empowered, confident, even self-righteous. It's the getting me there part that hurts. Right now, I am dressed and ready to go. However, my bluetooth headset is not, because I failed to plug it in last night. So I am drinking one more cup of coffee (I am tired because I stayed up and watched the football game last night. I made the choice, now I have to deal with it.) while I wait for the little red light to turn blue and give me my stereo "go ahead".
I guess the good news is, I get to spend a little time writing.
Somewhat on the same "Deal with it" thread ... Monica Brant, fitness icon and my personal hero, won the WBFF title this past weekend. She switched allegiances from IFBB to WBFF this past February, with much brouhaha. If you follow that kind of stuff, its been made something of a big deal. She switched to avoid the politics that have become associated with the IFBB and to (hopefully) simply compete and be judged on the physique she brings to the competition. In my amateur and humble opinion, that physique was outstanding.
I can't think of any time I have seen her look better, leaner, more defined and absolutely perfect. Yes, I am a huge fan, but seriously ... she looked awesome. Apparently, there was some ... dis-satisfaction from the camps of the runner-up. Some allegations of misjudging. Innuendo's of misdealings. Frankly, side by side, the runner-up, IMHO, didn't even look to be in the same category. Monica beat her hands down. So you didn't come in first ... deal with it. 2nd is pretty darn awesome. You didn't look as good as she did. Deal with it and come back stronger, leaner next year.
Now that the blue light has flashed, I am going to get my aching, old, tired body to the gym and finish today's workout.
Deal with it!
"A champion is someone who gets up, even when he can't."
~ Jack Dempsey
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