Holy crap, it’s good to be back!
To be completely honest, I’ve been going back and forth about whether I should start this up again. But, it gave me great motivation and that’s something that I need right now. Whether anyone reads it or not, this is for my own benefit.
Brass tracks, let’s get down to ’em!
Let’s just take a quick sec to look at this picture that I took the other day. Let’s seriously look at it, and reflect, and feel shame, and embarrassment at it and everything it represents.
I’ve never been THIS heavy before.
And I’m not going to make excuses about it either.
I’m facing a truth that I frankly think a lot of men and women need to face.
I’m a fat, lazy, slob
I’ve become incredibly comfortable in my life. I’ve given up and lost the fight.
I’d rather come home and watch X-Files then cook dinner, take a walk, or go to the gym.
I’ve also realized that I am eating a LOT more. I started a new job in April and I’m sedentary, I sit in front of a computer for 8 hours a day. Guess what I do with that time. That’s right, I snack. And it’s not carrot sticks I’m chompin on either!
In another post I’ll be talking about my eating habits and what’s wrong with them.
There is good news though! Because I’ve gained so much weight, that means that I’ve surpassed the calories it takes to maintain my body weight. All I need to do is restrict my calorie intake and increase my calorie output! Genius, right?
Yeah, it’s literally that simple.
I can already hear the furious key typing, “but I have condishuns” “my thyroid is all outta whack!” Yeah, me too. I have Hashimoto’s thyroiditis, and guess what? It’s literally the most common thyroid condition out there. My mother and my best friend both had thyroid cancer and no longer have thyroids, and they aren’t obese.
I’m not going to use this as an excuse, this is something that is going on with my body and it’s not something that is going to inhibit me from getting healthy. It may make it harder, but that just means that I need to be stronger.
“You don’t know me! I’m a picture of perfect health!”
Ok, keep telling yourself that. If you are my weight, or bigger, you are not healthy.
On paper, yeah I’m pretty healthy (thanks mom and dad!) My cholesterol is great, my blood pressure is awesome, I have the resting heart rate of an athlete (somehow) and I don’t have diabetes.
BUT, my back hurts all the time, my knees are shot, and yeah, I could chalk this all up to getting older. I’m 28 now. But the truth is, it’s all the extra weight I’m carrying. I’m not an idiot.
“But I love my curves!”
That’s great. Good for you! I’m really glad that you can look at yourself and be ok with what you see. But does that mean you need to stop improving? Does that mean that you are at your complete best?
My theories on #honormycurves and #haes and #effyourbeautystandards are pretty harsh and that’s for another post.
I’m ending this post on the note that I’m not making excuses for my body, I’m not blaming anyone or anything but myself. I’m owning it, and I’m taking responsibility.
And I apologize if this post jumps from one topic to the next with no clever segue but it was written over two days in a bit of a rush.