We started a Biggest Loser 2012 competition at work, so I'm channeling some Fergie.
"I be up in the gym just a working on my fitness."
I'm not the healthiest person. I don't really like salad. I think the only thing that saves me is that I don't eat large quantities of the notalwaysthehealthiest foods that I typically eat.
Let me just give you a better idea of my struggle.
I signed up for My Fitness Pal last week so that I could track my exercise and keep a food diary of sorts. I do pretty well at breakfast and lunch.
I, like my gramps, eat wheaties every morning for breakfast, and I drink green tea every morning. At lunch I have good days and bad days, but I've been trying to eat more green things . . . I even had some kale this week.
yeahhhhh, I haven't done so well since I joined My Fitness Pal, but I'm still being honest about tracking it.
Here's what I've logged for dinner so far (no. Although these entries may seem as though I am a college boy, I am not a college boy. did the Sapporo give it away?):
Friday: 2 slices of Papa John's Pepperoni and mushroom pizza & 1 Sapporo
Saturday: 2 slices of Papa John's Pepperoni and mushroom pizza (leftovers) & 1 Sapporo
Sunday: Nachos and a diet coke (I only had about 10 bites of the nachos. Fanny can vouch)
Monday: cheese and crackers and wine
Tuesday: 2 slices of Zante's pepperoni and mushroom pizza & 1 Sapporo
Wednesday: 2 slices of Zante's pepperoni and mushroom pizza (leftovers) & 1 Sapporo
See why I laugh when people ask me if I'm dieting for the wedding?
Am I proud of this? of course not. Am I ashamed? wellll, I wouldn't say that either I guess.
But. I know that I need to be healthier and to eat more vegetables. So I'm putting this out to universe, and I'm calling myself out. Because I know I can't change my behavior without facing it. I can choose to eat better and take better care of my body.
my body. right. that's a key part of this.
I like my body. It's not the most perfectest body (whatever that means), but it is mine. and I like her. She feels real. So in the back of my mind I guess I give myself excuses because I don't want to feel pressured to diet or be skinny or be someone else's standard of beauty. and that's fine and good and feels right, but it shouldn't be an allowance to be unhealthy.
and really, it shouldn't be about how eating right and exercising change the way my body looks.
It should be about how eating right and exercising changes the way my body feels.
and I know that when I eat right, exercise and drink less–I feel better.
So I signed up for the gym that is a two block walk from my house (no excuses). And they have rock climbing! So I've started taking classes, learning how to climb, and doing some cardio. Shap and I have decided to go together on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We've already been rock climbing three times, and it was soooo fun.
healthy, here I come!