Pain is the result of having your world turned upside down by one health related train wreck after another for four solid months.
Pain is waking up, and starting a new routine.
Pain is eating the same thing over and over again.
Pain is counting, religiously, the amount of calories in any given thing.
Pain is limiting calories to under 1800 a day.
Pain is being meticulous is consuming enough nutrients while minimizing caloric consumption.
Pain is in the process of tweaking said new routine to get it down to an exact science.
Pain is preparation, and study.
Pain is working a full day with distractions and meetings and organizing and paperwork and strategizing and teaching, while staying focused on that singular goal that is worth more than money or recognition.
Pain is going to the gym every day, regardless of the time.
Pain is feeling they are all looking at your fat ass while you huff and puff and sweat like a whore in church on Easter.
Pain is finishing the time on the treadmill, knowing that the time on the elliptical will hurt even more.
Pain is burning between 700 and 900 calories, every day.
Pain is getting home late, and eating dinner consisting of vegetables and a store bought low calorie frozen dinner and then preparing breakfast and lunch for the next day.
Pain is showering at night to cool off, and going to bed sore.
Pain is waking up the next day, and doing it all over again.
Pain is fucking glorious.