Sunday, October 06, 2013
I don't wanna track my nutrition any more. Not for even one day. Don't care how easy it is. I. Just. Don't. Wanna.
I wanna eat whatever I want, whenever I want: starting with a large size New York fries. Then a huge bag of kettle chips. And an ooey gooey pizza. And some deep fried chicken. And I could go on. I would go on. And on. And on.
I don't wanna exercise either. No cardio. No strength training. No abs. None of it.
I wanna curl up in bed reading. Or slump in front of the screen surfing the net. For hours. Mindlessly.
Basically here's the thing: I don't wanna work as hard as I hafta work to maintain. Maintain my weight, OR maintain my fitness. Don't wanna, don't wanna, don't wanna.
I don't wanna feel stuffed either. Dehydrated from excess salt on all those chips and fries AND at the same bloated. Remember IBS? No fun no fun no fun.
I don't wanna feel fat. Thighs chafing together. Tired all the time, lugging around the excess weight. Like a couple big bags of dog chow, all day long.
I don't wanna burst out of my clothes. It was kinda fun yesterday realizing that the sale rack Ralph Lauren wool cream and black houndstooth skirt was actually too large in the eight and OK in the four -- but a six would have been "just right". They didn't have a six. So I didn't buy it, but it still felt really good.
I don't wanna feel sluggish. I was full of energy after yesterday's gym workout. And today I'll get out for a good hike in the woods with Charlie. (Read some recent research which made sense to me: the benefits of exercise are measurably enhanced when we work out outdoors, especially in wooded areas. That Japanese forest bathing effect!!)
I don't wanna be unhealthy. Don't wanna deal with possible hip and knee issues, diabetes, high blood pressure, stroke, heart problems. Don't wanna deal with cancer recurrence, which is a real possibility and even a probability if I give into the wannas.
Not giving into the wannas.
Why not? Because when I think about it: I really don't wanna!!