You know, I lost 40 pounds once.
Now I've gained 20 of it back, leaving me with about 35 to lose.
It's strange because I'm more active now than I've been in a long time, but I'm eating more. Mostly, I'm eating out more, and I don't make good choices while I'm eating out.
Plus, I'm drinking an awful lot of beer. I do love beer.
It's time to really change my relationship with food. There's nothing wrong with enjoying food, but sometimes I eat past the point of enjoyment. I need to view food primarily as what makes my body work.
Food is fuel.
Exercise is training.
When I see Ryan and Lindsay again in October, I want to be able to keep up with them on trails. I want to be able to enjoy Portland and Santa Cruz and New Zealand and Alaska to their fullest, and to do that, I need to kick my ass in gear and get fit. I need to be healthier.
It feels so much better to eat healthy and to get regular exercise. My brain and body both work better. So why do I ever stop doing that?
Because it can be inconvenient to have to do meal and snack prep. Because I'm afraid of people thinking that I'm trying to lose weight. Because because because, excuses excuses excuses.
Just fucking do it.
Mr. Rogers once said, "It's not esay to keep trying, but it's one good way to grow."
Hell, I want to at least get close to what I looked like when I left for Maui by the time I'm back in Atlanta in August.
I want to blow my friends' minds, and I want to blow my own mind.
I want to be able to hike without getting winded like I do right now.
I am awesome, and I can fucking do this.