Immediate/Short-term Goals
Ok. I'm tired of disgusting myself. I don't even care if i'm not disgusting other people ("You're not fat, you're just heavily built." "Oh, you don't look bad, you're just thick!" etc.), it's me that matters most to me, and shouldn't that be the way it is?
The scale keeps saying i'm not gaining weight but the scale is a piece of crap, and it won't tell me if i'm getting fat or not. It just tells me that i'm not getting HEAVIER as i get fat.
For crying out loud, i live in rochester. Not even a bad area of rochester. I have a bicycle. I live less than 2.5 miles from where i work... Why the hell am i wasting gas when i could kill two birds with one stone?
Mostly because i don't want to strand Shaun, who doesn't have a bicycle. Which goes back to the original statement of it should be me that matters the most to me. I should come first. Which seems selfish to me, but really, it's not... Especially since everyone i'm around seems to be quite good at that particular sentiment.
Why am i always putting other people before myself? It certainly doesn't help me feel better about myself, my appearance, my general physical fitness... And really, it just gets to the point where enough is freaking enough. I can only do so much for people before they start taking me for granted, and i don't want to be in the position where i have to be a bitch to take care of myself.
So! To broach the subject line, i've made some goals for myself. I don't go to work until 2:30pm. Why am i sleeping 10 hours a day? Do i really need that much sleep? When i was working at OVN and living with my parents, i discovered that i really do much better on six hours of sleep a night. Why am i not following this discovery? Because i've gotten lazy. I'll go to bed around 4:30, 5am and i'll sleep right up until 1:45, 2pm. I only sleep that much because i've let myself get used to it. Work 10 1/2 hours, chill for 2 or 3, and sleep the rest of it. That's not healthy.
Another one is eating shit. Ice cream, candy, more ice cream... God, i've been an absolute ice cream WHORE lately. That needs to stop. And i need to cut down on the soda (roughly 4 cans a day) and drink more water. Water is good for me. And once i do finally start losing weight, i'll need as much hydration possible. I don't want to end up with mommy belly when i don't even have a kid.
I know i could have a wonderful fucking body if i just stop being lazy and TAKE CARE OF IT. It's not like i don't have the time. It's not like i don't have the money. And shit, i'm starting to get all cabin-feverish from doing nothing all weekend. Instead of watching shit on tv that i'm not even really interested in, i could be out DOING something.
Last weekend Lyndsi and i just randomly walked the mile and a half to the 12 corners in brighton from my house, and then we walked back. Granted, while we were out, i stopped at starbucks and got a frozen drink... with way more sugar and fat i needed. I should have gotten a water or something, but... we'll work slowly. My main point is that we walked about 3 miles, and it didn't kill me. In fact, i felt good afterwards! Why am i not doing this more often?
SO! I'm going to start getting up earlier. If i go to bed at 5am, it should be no problem to get up at 11:30. That gives me THREE HOURS before i have to be at work. I could eat breakfast. I could take a walk, or a bike-ride. There are a bunch of people that i work with that go mountain biking together every morning, and while i don't currently have a mountain bike, it could happen in the foreseeable future. Lord knows i make enough, if i just stop blowing my money on shit i don't need. But regardless, there is nothing stopping me from doing something about my situation right now except my own fucking laziness.
And it ends now. I'm setting my alarm for 6 hours after i go to bed, and i'm going to get up then. I'm going to eat breakfast. And then i'm going for a walk. I've planned some routes out on mapquest, and there's a good route that would take me on an about two-mile circuit. The weather is getting nicer. And even if it's raining, it's not like there's anything i have to do that would prevent me from coming home and changing afterwards.
So... I'm gonna do this. It's going to happen, dammit.
I'm going to keep a daily record of how much i walk/ride, and see how it goes.
The scale keeps saying i'm not gaining weight but the scale is a piece of crap, and it won't tell me if i'm getting fat or not. It just tells me that i'm not getting HEAVIER as i get fat.
For crying out loud, i live in rochester. Not even a bad area of rochester. I have a bicycle. I live less than 2.5 miles from where i work... Why the hell am i wasting gas when i could kill two birds with one stone?
Mostly because i don't want to strand Shaun, who doesn't have a bicycle. Which goes back to the original statement of it should be me that matters the most to me. I should come first. Which seems selfish to me, but really, it's not... Especially since everyone i'm around seems to be quite good at that particular sentiment.
Why am i always putting other people before myself? It certainly doesn't help me feel better about myself, my appearance, my general physical fitness... And really, it just gets to the point where enough is freaking enough. I can only do so much for people before they start taking me for granted, and i don't want to be in the position where i have to be a bitch to take care of myself.
So! To broach the subject line, i've made some goals for myself. I don't go to work until 2:30pm. Why am i sleeping 10 hours a day? Do i really need that much sleep? When i was working at OVN and living with my parents, i discovered that i really do much better on six hours of sleep a night. Why am i not following this discovery? Because i've gotten lazy. I'll go to bed around 4:30, 5am and i'll sleep right up until 1:45, 2pm. I only sleep that much because i've let myself get used to it. Work 10 1/2 hours, chill for 2 or 3, and sleep the rest of it. That's not healthy.
Another one is eating shit. Ice cream, candy, more ice cream... God, i've been an absolute ice cream WHORE lately. That needs to stop. And i need to cut down on the soda (roughly 4 cans a day) and drink more water. Water is good for me. And once i do finally start losing weight, i'll need as much hydration possible. I don't want to end up with mommy belly when i don't even have a kid.
I know i could have a wonderful fucking body if i just stop being lazy and TAKE CARE OF IT. It's not like i don't have the time. It's not like i don't have the money. And shit, i'm starting to get all cabin-feverish from doing nothing all weekend. Instead of watching shit on tv that i'm not even really interested in, i could be out DOING something.
Last weekend Lyndsi and i just randomly walked the mile and a half to the 12 corners in brighton from my house, and then we walked back. Granted, while we were out, i stopped at starbucks and got a frozen drink... with way more sugar and fat i needed. I should have gotten a water or something, but... we'll work slowly. My main point is that we walked about 3 miles, and it didn't kill me. In fact, i felt good afterwards! Why am i not doing this more often?
SO! I'm going to start getting up earlier. If i go to bed at 5am, it should be no problem to get up at 11:30. That gives me THREE HOURS before i have to be at work. I could eat breakfast. I could take a walk, or a bike-ride. There are a bunch of people that i work with that go mountain biking together every morning, and while i don't currently have a mountain bike, it could happen in the foreseeable future. Lord knows i make enough, if i just stop blowing my money on shit i don't need. But regardless, there is nothing stopping me from doing something about my situation right now except my own fucking laziness.
And it ends now. I'm setting my alarm for 6 hours after i go to bed, and i'm going to get up then. I'm going to eat breakfast. And then i'm going for a walk. I've planned some routes out on mapquest, and there's a good route that would take me on an about two-mile circuit. The weather is getting nicer. And even if it's raining, it's not like there's anything i have to do that would prevent me from coming home and changing afterwards.
So... I'm gonna do this. It's going to happen, dammit.
I'm going to keep a daily record of how much i walk/ride, and see how it goes.