Friday, November 23, 2012
I eat too much. Every single day, I eat too, too much.
I crossed 29,500 fitness minutes, but I weigh more than I ever have.
Granted, these practically 30,000 minutes are over the course of almost 6 years...but still, that's a lot of freakin' fitness.
And for what? I mean, I don't want to say nothing, but I can't really name anything amazing that I ate that made all that worth it. And I am absolutely not happy with the way I look, either.
And when I think about my blogs over the last couple years, I am embarrassed by the lack of commitment, the lack of stick-to-it-tive-ness. I feel like these people on my quitting smoking website who leave and smoke for a little bit and then come back and say, "Okay! I quit!" and then are gone a few weeks later. I was one of those for a long, long time, too. Longer than I'd like to think.
I don't really know how to not be that way, I guess. I also don't want to be "that guy," who comes on here 'fesses up to the cookie s/he ate today. I want to not feel like I have to talk about the cookie. But maybe I do.
I mean, what do I do? How do I not eat so damn much?
This may not be the timeliest of blogs, given it's the day after Thanksgiving, so there's still loads of food around, but geez.