Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Since last summer I have lost 0 pounds. 0.
Big G might argue that there is no need for me to lose any weight to begin with, but I would 'beg to differ'.
I need to lose 10 pounds, and I would like to lose 15. I know what I need to do.
Exercise is certainly not the problem. Strength training? love it. I set short and long term goals. I meet them, and then set more goals. Cardio? love it. I keep finding new ways to rev up my heart and break a serious sweat.
Food is my problem. Nothing in particular, just food in general. I love to cook. I love to bake. I love to eat. Anything and everything. I eat when I'm happy, I eat when I'm sad, when I'm anxious, tired, stressed, lonely. I start out with a healthy breakfast every day. Easy for me, I wake up hungry, and I love my oatmeal with fruit. After that it all starts to get away from me.
It doesn't help that I work with food. I am surrounded by it all day and night. I'm paid to think about food. I'm required to handle it, to smell it.
So I've admitted to my problem, and that's the first step.