will power
I just finished a delicious apple and an orange.
I am attempting to become a health nut again both in terms of fitness and dietary habits. To say I've not only fallen from the wagon but had it crush most of my head as it rolled over me is an understatement of the highest order.
Let's review the state of my physical and dietary disarray, shall we?
I returned to the gym on Sunday past -- I last went to the gym in May sometime. I did chest bench press with just the bar (45 pounds). Last may I was pressing 110 pounds. Let's count the days, Sunday to Wednesday. My chest is still so sore I have difficulty moving my arms.
I have had Kentucky Fried Chicken products twice in the last couple of weeks. I'm a vegetarian for bejeebus' sake! I have had French fries/rings countless times in the past 6 months. Bags of chips, microwave popcorn with hydrogenated PALM oil (for fuck's sake), TUBS of ice cream, eaten in bed (for fuck's sake!), cheesies, chocolates, chocolates, chocolates, ju jubes, cookies, chocolates....
I have attempted since Sunday, when I returned to the gym, to go cold turkey on at least the snack food crap. Today -- it is now about 3:30 p.m. -- I have thus far successfully had no "junk." Sun., Mon., and Tuesday did not work out. Yesterday for example, I got into work and someone had left the bulk bag of M&Ms I'd bought for the group the day before on my desk and I had those for breakfast. Today, I found myself at a chocolate shop in the underground here and stopped myself from buying for for myself -- instead, I got three solid bunnies (dark chocolate) for others and nothing for myself. I then refused offers of ears and feet.
I just finished the apple and orange to substitute for the NEED to have one of those bunnies. I can seriously say I have never craved alcohol physically -- despite the fact I stopped drinking because I considered myself a drunk. (The want for the place booze can transport one emotionally is a different blog....) I CRAVE both salt and sugar at the moment. And refined sugar, as the orange and apple just produced a sardonic chuckle deep in my brain stem which sounded a lot like, "who are you fooling -- get a bag of chocolate covered ju jubes. NOW!"
If you're looking for an entertaining half hour, let me know and I'll alert you when my ABs will be unsore enough to allow me to do a pathetic routine of abdominal work again -- I'm not sure what the neck stretching I was doing last night had to do with attempting to strengthen my stomach... I believe one's shoulders are intended to come off the floor during a crunch.
Next step, cooking at home. Yikes!
I am attempting to become a health nut again both in terms of fitness and dietary habits. To say I've not only fallen from the wagon but had it crush most of my head as it rolled over me is an understatement of the highest order.
Let's review the state of my physical and dietary disarray, shall we?
I returned to the gym on Sunday past -- I last went to the gym in May sometime. I did chest bench press with just the bar (45 pounds). Last may I was pressing 110 pounds. Let's count the days, Sunday to Wednesday. My chest is still so sore I have difficulty moving my arms.
I have had Kentucky Fried Chicken products twice in the last couple of weeks. I'm a vegetarian for bejeebus' sake! I have had French fries/rings countless times in the past 6 months. Bags of chips, microwave popcorn with hydrogenated PALM oil (for fuck's sake), TUBS of ice cream, eaten in bed (for fuck's sake!), cheesies, chocolates, chocolates, chocolates, ju jubes, cookies, chocolates....
I have attempted since Sunday, when I returned to the gym, to go cold turkey on at least the snack food crap. Today -- it is now about 3:30 p.m. -- I have thus far successfully had no "junk." Sun., Mon., and Tuesday did not work out. Yesterday for example, I got into work and someone had left the bulk bag of M&Ms I'd bought for the group the day before on my desk and I had those for breakfast. Today, I found myself at a chocolate shop in the underground here and stopped myself from buying for for myself -- instead, I got three solid bunnies (dark chocolate) for others and nothing for myself. I then refused offers of ears and feet.
I just finished the apple and orange to substitute for the NEED to have one of those bunnies. I can seriously say I have never craved alcohol physically -- despite the fact I stopped drinking because I considered myself a drunk. (The want for the place booze can transport one emotionally is a different blog....) I CRAVE both salt and sugar at the moment. And refined sugar, as the orange and apple just produced a sardonic chuckle deep in my brain stem which sounded a lot like, "who are you fooling -- get a bag of chocolate covered ju jubes. NOW!"
If you're looking for an entertaining half hour, let me know and I'll alert you when my ABs will be unsore enough to allow me to do a pathetic routine of abdominal work again -- I'm not sure what the neck stretching I was doing last night had to do with attempting to strengthen my stomach... I believe one's shoulders are intended to come off the floor during a crunch.
Next step, cooking at home. Yikes!
posted by Heipel at
3:45 PM
3 Comments:
show me your "Will power!!"..haha..
and cooking at home??..wow..then you need rice cooker now..ha...love yu.......^^
I'm wondering if this diet / physical health review and panic is really your unconscious trying to come to grips with the fact that you mark yet another year (how many candles is that? WHEW!!) onto the length of your wonderous and precious life Steven S. Heipel.
I agree with Anonymous. it's a vain (in both senses of that word ) attempt to stave of candle-phobia.
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