I'm out of control, and it's embarrassing. My diet is perhaps the worst it's ever been. My daily sugar intake is beyond acceptable. And I know that I need to knock it off. But I don't want to enough, I guess.
I see the number on the scale go down, and I think, "See? I can eat ice cream with magic shell every night. No problem!" But it's not just the ice cream with the magic shell. It's the coffee with creamer when I start the day. It's the fruit snacks and granola bars I eat with lunch. It's the coca cola... the liter bottle that I sip on for a couple days because it was cheaper than the 20 oz. It's the string cheese and nutella-slathered toast. The ranch dressing. The candy. The potato chips. The movie theater popcorn. The crappy restaurant food. (It's even the occasional apple/spinach baby rice puff—5 for baby, 1 for me... 5 for baby, 1 for me...) And it's EVERY day.
I finally went grocery shopping and cooked my own dinner the last couple nights. And I actually eat SO much better when I go into the office than when I'm home. And I'm working from home more often now.
The root of the problem? I haven't been working out. When I'm working out, I eat better. I haven't made exercising a priority. Rather, I've put it on the back burner and have let myself be lazy. So tonight I packed my gym bag, and tomorrow, I'm NOT going to work through lunch like usual. Tomorrow, I run. And I'm hoping it changes my attitude. I need to start taking care of my body. It's the only one I get. And I'm hoping there will be another kid in our future. I want to be in a better physical state before that happens. My body isn't going to change itself.
Here goes nothing.
I see the number on the scale go down, and I think, "See? I can eat ice cream with magic shell every night. No problem!" But it's not just the ice cream with the magic shell. It's the coffee with creamer when I start the day. It's the fruit snacks and granola bars I eat with lunch. It's the coca cola... the liter bottle that I sip on for a couple days because it was cheaper than the 20 oz. It's the string cheese and nutella-slathered toast. The ranch dressing. The candy. The potato chips. The movie theater popcorn. The crappy restaurant food. (It's even the occasional apple/spinach baby rice puff—5 for baby, 1 for me... 5 for baby, 1 for me...) And it's EVERY day.
I finally went grocery shopping and cooked my own dinner the last couple nights. And I actually eat SO much better when I go into the office than when I'm home. And I'm working from home more often now.
The root of the problem? I haven't been working out. When I'm working out, I eat better. I haven't made exercising a priority. Rather, I've put it on the back burner and have let myself be lazy. So tonight I packed my gym bag, and tomorrow, I'm NOT going to work through lunch like usual. Tomorrow, I run. And I'm hoping it changes my attitude. I need to start taking care of my body. It's the only one I get. And I'm hoping there will be another kid in our future. I want to be in a better physical state before that happens. My body isn't going to change itself.
Here goes nothing.
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