You need to strengthen your resolve, chica
Ugh. Tino and I are going back on the diet tonight. Neither of us is enthusiastic about it, so we'll see how it goes. But I need to eat better, lay off the goddamned sugar, and get off my sorry ass and start exercising.
In a way I've been spoiled by my previous lines of work. I have a fast metabolism, so working physical jobs combined with horseback riding has always been enough to keep me relatively fit. Not so with being a desk jockey. I eat junk food all day, fast and/or sugary foods at breakfast and lunch because I can't get my shit together enough to prep my meals for the next day and end up grabbing junk on the fly. Then when I get home I'm either a) too lazy to make something, or b) don't get back from the barn until 8:00pm and have no inclination to cook.
The result? I'm lethargic, living off of caffeine and sugar rushes, popping Tums and Pepto Bismol like they're vitamins, steadily gaining weight and weaker than I was in junior high. I'm nearly 5 pounds heavier than the heaviest I've ever been before, and the last time I was that heavy it was with muscle, which this definitely ain't. No good.
So even though my brain is protesting this oath to more physical work and my mouth insists that it can't live without chocolate, my muscles are demanding to be pushed to the limit and my stomach is begging for food that isn't sweet or fatty.
Martino is not thrilled with the idea either. He doesn't seem to even want to lose weight, and he's definitely against the working out part - I don't think the dog has gone for a walk in over a week (granted I haven't taken him either...). I already know that there's a fight brewing over this - the first day that someone wants to go for drinks, or at the wedding we're going to this Saturday, he's going to balk and pitch a fit when I tell him watch what he eats and to cut back on the liquor.
But we've got to do something. I hate what I'm turning into, and I'm disgusted when I watch Tino eat. His breathing always sounds laboured, and all it does is annoy him when I express concern about it.
Gotta make a workout schedule, gotta actually stick to it. Gotta not be lazy, gotta plan my meals and actually make them. Gotta fix this now before things really spiral out of control!!!
In a way I've been spoiled by my previous lines of work. I have a fast metabolism, so working physical jobs combined with horseback riding has always been enough to keep me relatively fit. Not so with being a desk jockey. I eat junk food all day, fast and/or sugary foods at breakfast and lunch because I can't get my shit together enough to prep my meals for the next day and end up grabbing junk on the fly. Then when I get home I'm either a) too lazy to make something, or b) don't get back from the barn until 8:00pm and have no inclination to cook.
The result? I'm lethargic, living off of caffeine and sugar rushes, popping Tums and Pepto Bismol like they're vitamins, steadily gaining weight and weaker than I was in junior high. I'm nearly 5 pounds heavier than the heaviest I've ever been before, and the last time I was that heavy it was with muscle, which this definitely ain't. No good.
So even though my brain is protesting this oath to more physical work and my mouth insists that it can't live without chocolate, my muscles are demanding to be pushed to the limit and my stomach is begging for food that isn't sweet or fatty.
Martino is not thrilled with the idea either. He doesn't seem to even want to lose weight, and he's definitely against the working out part - I don't think the dog has gone for a walk in over a week (granted I haven't taken him either...). I already know that there's a fight brewing over this - the first day that someone wants to go for drinks, or at the wedding we're going to this Saturday, he's going to balk and pitch a fit when I tell him watch what he eats and to cut back on the liquor.
But we've got to do something. I hate what I'm turning into, and I'm disgusted when I watch Tino eat. His breathing always sounds laboured, and all it does is annoy him when I express concern about it.
Gotta make a workout schedule, gotta actually stick to it. Gotta not be lazy, gotta plan my meals and actually make them. Gotta fix this now before things really spiral out of control!!!