Mind over matter only matters when you don't have a lot of matter to mind
Well, I’m 1/3 of the way to my goal.
Sometime in mid-November or so of 2005, I decided that it was high time I stopped living a life of wild hedonism (ha ha ha...). To be more specific, I decided that my love affair with comfort foods was more than a little unhealthy and was putting me on the fast track to death by the age of 50. In 5 years at KU, I went from being about 150 pounds to being about 190 pounds. So I made an early New Year’s resolution and decided that I ought to start living a bit more healthfully.
I weigh myself each morning, and adjust my food intake for the day accordingly. As of this morning, I’m down 20 pounds from my top weight. Only 40 more to go. I’m really starting to miss some of the foods I gave up though.
I cooked for a week for my parents’ Christmas Open House, but during the entire process (and during the festivities) I forbade myself from eating any of the goodies. While the cookies taunted me, I munched on carrot sticks and dry celery. The holidays came and went without me eating a single pastry. I’ve even given up soft drinks in favor of water.
Though miserable, I at least have something to show for it, even if it isn’t much. Despite my screaming muscles each night before sleeping, I’ve even begun a workout regimen I’ve maintained now on a daily basis for almost two months without a single day of interruption.
20 down. 40 more to go. With any luck, I’ll need to buy a new suit in time for my brother’s wedding.
Sometime in mid-November or so of 2005, I decided that it was high time I stopped living a life of wild hedonism (ha ha ha...). To be more specific, I decided that my love affair with comfort foods was more than a little unhealthy and was putting me on the fast track to death by the age of 50. In 5 years at KU, I went from being about 150 pounds to being about 190 pounds. So I made an early New Year’s resolution and decided that I ought to start living a bit more healthfully.
I weigh myself each morning, and adjust my food intake for the day accordingly. As of this morning, I’m down 20 pounds from my top weight. Only 40 more to go. I’m really starting to miss some of the foods I gave up though.
I cooked for a week for my parents’ Christmas Open House, but during the entire process (and during the festivities) I forbade myself from eating any of the goodies. While the cookies taunted me, I munched on carrot sticks and dry celery. The holidays came and went without me eating a single pastry. I’ve even given up soft drinks in favor of water.
Though miserable, I at least have something to show for it, even if it isn’t much. Despite my screaming muscles each night before sleeping, I’ve even begun a workout regimen I’ve maintained now on a daily basis for almost two months without a single day of interruption.
20 down. 40 more to go. With any luck, I’ll need to buy a new suit in time for my brother’s wedding.
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