Pleasantly Plump My Ass!
I've recently decided to get in shape. This is not as simple as it sounds. You've got to have a little bit of background about my thought processes to really understand what that first sentence means.
Deciding to lose weight is much like deciding to stop smoking, as far as my brain is concerned (if I were a smoker, which I'm not, but let's pretend). Statistics show that the average smoker will decide to quit 5 times before they actually succeed in doing so. Though their intentions are good, often they only last until that deep-rooted craving sets in, and then they're out the window. I don't smoke, as I've said, but I do eat chips/chocolate/various other fat-laden, salt-smothered things, and really, that's my equivalent of nicoteine. It relaxes me, destresses me, helps me get grounded, and, most importantly, gives me something to do (I'm a boredom eater, I admit it).
So I decided to lose weight early on in January. This was a conscious decision, and I was pretty determined that I'd shed some pounds and eat healthy. But then I was introduced the my roommate's DVD boxed sets, and chips were on sale at the local grocery store, and, well, somehow, the gym and the all-celery diet didn't seem so appealing.
A month or so later, when I'd had to buy some new jeans because my old ones no longer fit, I decided to get in shape (again). I actually went so far as to buy a gym membership this time, and I used the thing a few times. But somehow, the lure of the couch and the candy overcame my need for svelteness. Besides, it was rainy and gross out, and everyone know the only thing to do when the weather's like that is to curl up inside with large mugs of sugary hot beverages. Preferably with marshmallows.
So the cycle continued. But then, about a week ago, I bought another pair of jeans. I realized that I'd gone up three sizes in the past two years, and that something needed to be done. I realized that I'd been reading a lot about the dangers of cholesterol and sedentary lifestyle in my cardiovascular and pulmonary blocks, and I realized that the only way I'd ever be able to run more than five blocks without dying was if I really started following through with my plans. So I finally did it, I started my intensive workout, eat right program, consisting of 3 days of 1+ hours of cardio and weights at the gym per week, 3 days of aerobics/pilates/yoga at home, and one day of going out and dancing (yay Wednesdays!), and no food after 8 pm, and minimal chips (sigh). So far it's been a week and I'm on track and feeling good. My endurance has already gone up and I'm sleeping better and focusing well. Let's hope this time I've finally kicked those couch potatoe habits.
And that was probably largely boring for everyone who bothered to read through to the end. I appologize. I just wanted to get it down to that I know it's preserved for posterity. Maybe rereading it will shame me into keeping with my plans. Fortunately, shame is one motivational tactic that never fails to work with me. Yay!
Deciding to lose weight is much like deciding to stop smoking, as far as my brain is concerned (if I were a smoker, which I'm not, but let's pretend). Statistics show that the average smoker will decide to quit 5 times before they actually succeed in doing so. Though their intentions are good, often they only last until that deep-rooted craving sets in, and then they're out the window. I don't smoke, as I've said, but I do eat chips/chocolate/various other fat-laden, salt-smothered things, and really, that's my equivalent of nicoteine. It relaxes me, destresses me, helps me get grounded, and, most importantly, gives me something to do (I'm a boredom eater, I admit it).
So I decided to lose weight early on in January. This was a conscious decision, and I was pretty determined that I'd shed some pounds and eat healthy. But then I was introduced the my roommate's DVD boxed sets, and chips were on sale at the local grocery store, and, well, somehow, the gym and the all-celery diet didn't seem so appealing.
A month or so later, when I'd had to buy some new jeans because my old ones no longer fit, I decided to get in shape (again). I actually went so far as to buy a gym membership this time, and I used the thing a few times. But somehow, the lure of the couch and the candy overcame my need for svelteness. Besides, it was rainy and gross out, and everyone know the only thing to do when the weather's like that is to curl up inside with large mugs of sugary hot beverages. Preferably with marshmallows.
So the cycle continued. But then, about a week ago, I bought another pair of jeans. I realized that I'd gone up three sizes in the past two years, and that something needed to be done. I realized that I'd been reading a lot about the dangers of cholesterol and sedentary lifestyle in my cardiovascular and pulmonary blocks, and I realized that the only way I'd ever be able to run more than five blocks without dying was if I really started following through with my plans. So I finally did it, I started my intensive workout, eat right program, consisting of 3 days of 1+ hours of cardio and weights at the gym per week, 3 days of aerobics/pilates/yoga at home, and one day of going out and dancing (yay Wednesdays!), and no food after 8 pm, and minimal chips (sigh). So far it's been a week and I'm on track and feeling good. My endurance has already gone up and I'm sleeping better and focusing well. Let's hope this time I've finally kicked those couch potatoe habits.
And that was probably largely boring for everyone who bothered to read through to the end. I appologize. I just wanted to get it down to that I know it's preserved for posterity. Maybe rereading it will shame me into keeping with my plans. Fortunately, shame is one motivational tactic that never fails to work with me. Yay!
posted by Keltok at 12:31 PM
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