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Why hello there, blog I haven't spoken to in over 6 months.  Yikes. ><


And you can tell my progress has completely turned into un-gress.  De-gress?  Re-gress?  Anyway, I've been sucking at this health thing recently.  I've gained about 1o to 15 pounds back, depending on which scale you ask, and that, frankly, will not do.

Granted, the healthy eating went out the window around Christmas time, due to, well, Christmas.  Soon afterward, my fiance lost his job and we went to living on what we had saved up.  The result - grilled cheese, ramen, lots of pasta.  Basically, my diet went from being small portions with more lean meats and vegetables, to tons of carb and cheese.  Whatever we can afford, instead of what's best for us.

However, that has to change.  I've finally landed a job that will help pay the bills, meaning I can afford to splurge on some fruits and veggies here and there.  I've also decided that eating habits can change even if cooking habits can't afford to at the moment.  I can eat slower, and eat less.  Working on remembering that, but some decisions have been made, at the very least.

I'm tired of being fat.  It's the easiest way to say it.  The comfort of naps, sleeping in, lazing around and eating big meals of yummy stuff that inevitably makes me feel sick later... that comfort cannot come close to making up for the discomfort I feel with my own body.  I hate shopping, I always have.  I hate moving, I hate being in public, I hate mirrors, and I hate photographs.

So, in short, I'm giving this up.  Smaller portions, healthier ingredients, when possible.  Exercise.  Man, exercise.  I worked out for the first real time in a long, long time this morning, and I felt leaden afterward, but it's worth it.

I want to see my body change.  I want to see myself get better at something.  I haven't felt like I could conquer anything in my life in a very long time.  Many things have come easily to me, but health was not one of them.  School, sure.  I don't have to work to make good grades, so instead of improving in my education when I got to college, I've seen myself decline.

So it's time to take a stand for myself.  I'm going to work.  It's exciting, not scary or something to avoid.  What but good could come from these decisions?  What could possibly come from laying around doing nothing?

That's what I'm thinking, anyway.  No.  I'm done with thinking.  That's what I'm doing.

So there.

Homeostasis

I find that if I let myself stop caring about what I eat and how much activity I get, I will sit on my butt in front of a computer snacking on Hershey Kisses and crackers without much thought about it. I will also eat things for dinner that I know I shouldn't. I guess it's just the habits that I've formed over my nineteen (almost twenty) years of existence that start resurfacing when I stop actively trying to quash them.

But that's the rub of my struggles, and that's no real excuse to give up. I'm more comfortable when I'm lazing about, but it's only a surface level. I'm comfortable with that lifestyle until I get up to use the bathroom and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

Then I remember why I wanted to stop.

I haven't gained much in the way of weight in the month or so it's been since I've posted anything of substance on this blog. I still fluctuate around the 230 mark, meaning I've lost about 14 pounds. If you consider I used to weight around 260-280 at some point in my lifetime, then the achievement looks much greater, but I think that's just cheating to make my numbers look better.

But in that time I have not done much of anything. I still hold to the fact that changing my prescriptions did much of the work for me, and I am not okay with letting that be all I accomplish.

We're entering Winter-time, which is my favorite time of year, but God knows it's the worst for anyone's body and calorie intake. Considering Thanksgiving and Christmas feasts, paired with the biological imperative to fatten up for the cold season, I am facing an uphill battle, but I know I can do it if I just stop and think about what I'm doing and what I'm putting into my mouth.

So that's the first goal for this Season: SLOW DOWN.
Slowing down may seem counter-intuitive, but bear with me. I mean slow down the intake of food. Slow down how quickly I get up for a snack. Slow down my response to "I think I might be hungry" and "Oh that sounds delicious!"

Food and I have a bad relationship, and it's time to mend that. I use food for gratification, and food abuses me with weight and the psychological need to purge still pops up every now and then. And that's not healthy.

Slowing down how fast I chew, how fast I swallow, everything, can make sure I start to learn to tell when I do not need to eat any more. Savoring the flavors is worth more in the long run than scarfing it all down before pausing to think if I really like it all that much.

The second goal is: GET UP.

My Wii Fit is lonely. He'll be proud of my weight loss, but I will get a stern lecture from the little guy about how long I've been away, and I'll deserve it.

I don't want to commit myself to something huge. I've been feeling kind of ill and in pain lately from the season changing and my body working against me, but getting active certainly won't hurt me more than sitting down all the time does. Maybe 30 minutes a day. I'll work on it, but I think something needs to give.

So there we go. An update and some resolutions.

Take care, all.

Cracking under the pressure.

I caved in today.  We were debating what sounded good for lunch, and I, in full control and consciousness of my own actions, drove us to KFC and got us some chicken.  And I ate some mashed potatoes and corn on the cob and biscuits and some chicken.


I felt I needed to air that.  It's been bothering me all day.  I don't know why I did it - sometimes that craving for food I shouldn't have just sneaks in after a commercial or after a discussion about fast food, and eventually it comes to the forefront.

Normally I can fight it, and remind myself how much I regret it when I make those decisions, but I guess today I failed at that.

I woke up at 230, the lowest I've been in a long time, and I went out, and now the scale won't move below 235.

It's not over, I know that.  Life is a day-to-day motion, but I still feel like I let myself down, and my stomach isn't happy about it either.  I know what not to eat, because eating bad stuff makes my stomach feel ill, but sometimes I just want it.

I don't know why that is, but I guess this is just more ammunition against giving in again.

Not much else to add, really.  I just hope the damage isn't too bad.

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