Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of food...
We all know it's true, big girls eat their feelings, and I'm no exception, except...the girl part. Lately I've just been stuffing my face hole with anything and everything I can find. A hard day is often eased by a lustful engagement at the fridge. Sleepless nights are illuminated by the tranquil glow of low wattage refrigerator lighting. I love to cook and bake, so right there that's like giving a meth addict a chemistry set for Christmas. Cakes, fudge, and fast food galore. I seem to find solace in calories and carbs, and my waist is direct reflection of that.
Some people choose booze, sex, drugs, or starvation to ease their mind. Not I, I choose food as my weapon of choice. Like an addict, I crave the temporary high of my vice, and it consumes my thoughts. What's for breakfast? Where will I go to lunch today? What can I make for dinner? Are there any leftovers in the fridge? And it drives me mad, like a guilty conscience. For I know that just beyond the pinnacle of my food induced high, the downward spiral of guilt awaits me, and the sad realization that the Brutus behind me is me. I betray myself, and each bite only completes the circle of destruction. Stuff face to ease guilt, guilt from stuffing face, stuff face to ease guilt of stuffing face, etc.
I made a commitment to eat healthy, and I did for a good while. I implemented healthy food into my life, cut out the bad stuff. Grilled chicken and steamed veggies were my life! I Lost weight, felt better, but somewhere along the way I stabbed myself in the back. I lowered my guard and like a moth to a bug zapper, I let the neon glow of fast food signs lead me to my doom. How cheap of a whore am I that I would sell my health for a cheese burger? I'm a slut on my knees, and food is an abusive pimp.
Well, I'm tired of going in circles. It's a new year and I'm ready for a new Nicho. I've written this in part to vent, but also just to share my goals publicly, so I have a bigger reason to stay on track. It's harder to get out of doing something once you've told everybody your going to do it already. That's the general idea anyway. I'll probably post meals and updates about my progress. If anybody out there wants to start the new year healthy with me, feel free to message me and we'll do this together. Support is what it's all about, just ask Dolly Parton. :)
So children, the moral of the story is, don't be a weak shit and self medicate your problems with food or any other crappy excuse for an escape. Life if for living, and to do that fully, you have to be healthy and fit. I'm ready to be healthy and fit.
-Nicho
Some people choose booze, sex, drugs, or starvation to ease their mind. Not I, I choose food as my weapon of choice. Like an addict, I crave the temporary high of my vice, and it consumes my thoughts. What's for breakfast? Where will I go to lunch today? What can I make for dinner? Are there any leftovers in the fridge? And it drives me mad, like a guilty conscience. For I know that just beyond the pinnacle of my food induced high, the downward spiral of guilt awaits me, and the sad realization that the Brutus behind me is me. I betray myself, and each bite only completes the circle of destruction. Stuff face to ease guilt, guilt from stuffing face, stuff face to ease guilt of stuffing face, etc.
I made a commitment to eat healthy, and I did for a good while. I implemented healthy food into my life, cut out the bad stuff. Grilled chicken and steamed veggies were my life! I Lost weight, felt better, but somewhere along the way I stabbed myself in the back. I lowered my guard and like a moth to a bug zapper, I let the neon glow of fast food signs lead me to my doom. How cheap of a whore am I that I would sell my health for a cheese burger? I'm a slut on my knees, and food is an abusive pimp.
Well, I'm tired of going in circles. It's a new year and I'm ready for a new Nicho. I've written this in part to vent, but also just to share my goals publicly, so I have a bigger reason to stay on track. It's harder to get out of doing something once you've told everybody your going to do it already. That's the general idea anyway. I'll probably post meals and updates about my progress. If anybody out there wants to start the new year healthy with me, feel free to message me and we'll do this together. Support is what it's all about, just ask Dolly Parton. :)
So children, the moral of the story is, don't be a weak shit and self medicate your problems with food or any other crappy excuse for an escape. Life if for living, and to do that fully, you have to be healthy and fit. I'm ready to be healthy and fit.
-Nicho