Today I got pizza for lunch, and for the second week in a row, I was underwhelmed by the experience. It didn’t feel right, and I felt crummy during and after eating it. Today I went to the gym, I walked ten minutes uphill in the cold wearing nothing but my gym shorts and a t-shirt, and I felt great afterwards. Today a friend posted two pictures, one from two years ago, and one today, showing incredible weight loss.
That I’m not obese is some sort of miracle. I eat like crap, or so I think at least. A few times every year I get myself into exercise-heavy patterns, and I start thinking about dieting. I rarely go through with, or stick to diets, but I enjoy exercise, and I stick with it. Today though, I mean to really, really stick to a diet. Not so much a “I will only eat this” diet, but a “I will stop myself from eating this” diet. I can’t believe that I’m not a heavier person than I am, but at the rate I’m going in life, I don’t see how I won’t end up heavier down the road. That’s not what I want. I don’t want to be cut, with muscles and all, maybe just a little skinnier than I am now, less fat under my chin, less gut to my gut.
I’m not going to lay out guidelines, or weigh myself and post updates here, but I do want to put this out there and make it public, as a means of pressuring myself into doing this. But as of now, just fifteen minutes into October 23rd 2013, I really mean to change the way I eat. Less crap, more stuff that I make at home, more exercise, less sitting around. I promise myself to do this.