Just to lift a leg to start is the hardest part...
I am not healthy. It would take most people weighing a lot more than I do to think that, but it is not only the scale's revelation today that I am almost as heavy as I've ever been that makes me think that. Before I stepped onto that cruel judge, I had already decided to make this month about becoming healthier. That just really helped reinforce it.
Talking to Lee in the gym, he said "This entire industry is a catch-22," which perfectly describes my problem. I am always tired, I am heavier than I should be (and CERTAINLY heavier than this industry wants me to be), and my face is like the most disgusting thing I have ever seen - once you get over the overall redness and massive breakouts there's still the dark circles under my eyes. The reason for this is certainly a lack of willpower, but that lack is derived from: working sixteen hour days, most days. I know I complained about not working enough in earlier entries, but every situation has its problems. It's hard to eat healthy when I come home tired and starving, and I often have to be at work before the gym opens and stay until after it's closed. There's little I can do about the latter, considering it's not safe to run before or after work, and anything I can do, at least cardio-wise, at home would wake my roommates. But I can eat healthier, and here's where I should embrace my newfound busy schedule: I can now afford to do so. I can buy fresh food, and can even afford to waste it (though the thought makes the newly fashioned scrimping Patti flinch). That's the other problem with my long days. I eat one meal or maybe two at home, so if I want the variety that I crave in my menu, something's gonna go bad. It's also tough to transport things like bananas and hummus to places like the faire. Sleep...I don't even know. I'm trying to take at least one day a week off, to recharge as much I can, cash my paychecks (I work before and after the bank is open), and do my laundry. One day at the faire is the grossest thing you've ever seen as far as my socks go.
So. All I can do is try. Really. Hard.
And Zack. Please help. Do not freaking tempt me with all the yummy things guys can eat with impunity. I feel gross around you and it's not good...
Healthy. Sleep. Skin routine. Vegetables. Elliptical. I did this once. I need to get healthy not just for me but because I will never work again (and by work again I mean get a ROLE) if my body and my face don't shape up.
So. I'm gonna go eat dinner. Yum.
Talking to Lee in the gym, he said "This entire industry is a catch-22," which perfectly describes my problem. I am always tired, I am heavier than I should be (and CERTAINLY heavier than this industry wants me to be), and my face is like the most disgusting thing I have ever seen - once you get over the overall redness and massive breakouts there's still the dark circles under my eyes. The reason for this is certainly a lack of willpower, but that lack is derived from: working sixteen hour days, most days. I know I complained about not working enough in earlier entries, but every situation has its problems. It's hard to eat healthy when I come home tired and starving, and I often have to be at work before the gym opens and stay until after it's closed. There's little I can do about the latter, considering it's not safe to run before or after work, and anything I can do, at least cardio-wise, at home would wake my roommates. But I can eat healthier, and here's where I should embrace my newfound busy schedule: I can now afford to do so. I can buy fresh food, and can even afford to waste it (though the thought makes the newly fashioned scrimping Patti flinch). That's the other problem with my long days. I eat one meal or maybe two at home, so if I want the variety that I crave in my menu, something's gonna go bad. It's also tough to transport things like bananas and hummus to places like the faire. Sleep...I don't even know. I'm trying to take at least one day a week off, to recharge as much I can, cash my paychecks (I work before and after the bank is open), and do my laundry. One day at the faire is the grossest thing you've ever seen as far as my socks go.
So. All I can do is try. Really. Hard.
And Zack. Please help. Do not freaking tempt me with all the yummy things guys can eat with impunity. I feel gross around you and it's not good...
Healthy. Sleep. Skin routine. Vegetables. Elliptical. I did this once. I need to get healthy not just for me but because I will never work again (and by work again I mean get a ROLE) if my body and my face don't shape up.
So. I'm gonna go eat dinner. Yum.