
2004-08-16 - 12:22 p.m.
i'm lazy, but I shall prevail
You know, my slackitude lately is actually kind of hilarious to me at this point. I know I should be all pissed that things are so up and down, but there’s only so many annoyed/vigilant entries you can write before you realize you’re a retard. Which I fully admit I am. It’s not as terrible as I thought, I’ve just been on a plateau for like over a month now, save a couple of pounds. The problem is I can’t seem to get back into a rhythm with this thing. I’ll have a few good days followed by some bad days, followed by some good days. Rinse and repeat.
One of the most obvious problems has been lack of exercise. I just can’t seem to get it going. I come home from work and I’m exhausted. All I want to do is sit on my ass and watch television. Which is oh so conducive to fitness. It seems like once I got out of the routine of exercising daily, it got 10,000 times harder to get my ass to go. I’m going to rectify that today, by going to Curves and possibly doing some walking. I’m already realizing it’s going to be a fucking constant internal dialogue with myself all day to make sure I go. But I’m going to. Hopefully I’ll feel good and want to continue it.
I guess one reason why I want to resolve this thing now is that I want to make some more progress before the holidays. I really fucking hate the holidays. They’re just an excuse to be a fatass, and we certainly don’t need more of those. Plus, I want to look better by the time the family gathering season rolls around (thanksgiving and onwards), which is a pure vanity thing. Still, while the weather is good and dinner isn’t a fucking ham every night, I should get myself going. My desire hasn’t lessened any, but my resolve has of late. I’m going to re-acquaint myself with the WW welcome booklet today. Also, I don’t think I’ve eaten a vegetable in like…weeks. Yeah, pretty fucking bad. Maybe I’ll eat something green tonight. Rehab continues.
And just in case I need any more motivation: this woman died after being on her couch for 6 years. No, seriously. Nothing else really needs to be said, does it?
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