About this time last year, I stopped working out. I’ve made attempts to get started again. I’ve made attempts to change my eating habits. I don’t eat a ton of junk. But I eat some. Mostly, I just eat too much. When I weigh and measure portions, I’m always hungry. When I make something I really love, I find myself going back to the fridge, a few hours later, and eating the portion I packed up for lunch the next day. I really need to work out, but it started triggering coughing fits and stuff. That is part of the reason I stopped working out. The other was intense foot pain.
Now I’m much worse off and having trouble getting going again. Now that is an awkward sentence. I think I will leave it. It seems appropriate.
I realize that it has now been a year and I really want to make a change. My roommate helps me to have things I shouldn’t be having and do things I shouldn’t do. This is strange because he has lost 20 lbs in the last half year. I think I found them.
I know what to do. I know how to do it. I just need to force myself. I need to find my own internal motivation. It’s horrible to admit that I haven’t scheduled a vacation to go home to see my family because I don’t want to go home 20 lbs heavier than the last time I was out there.
So I just have to do it.
Portion control.
Reduce some of the treats.
Reduce some of the carbs.
And most importantly:
Start working out again.
Because I hate it the way I am right now.
