Let's get down to business to defeat the huns. In the past half year I've gained about 6+ pounds and I just feel all around miserable. I'm an artist who hasn't painted roughly two years at this point. I write too; I even want to write films one day, but my free time mostly encompasses the realm of the internet. My work's fine, thankfully, but I'm trying to dig myself out of a terrible, terrible rut. I just want to feel passionate about life again, so cheers.
-- How much weight do you want to lose?
-- What is the timeframe for reaching your target weight?
-- How do you want to accomplish your goal (what methods do you want to use)?
-- Who or what can support you in reaching your goal?
-- How realistic is your goal?
-- When will you start?
DAY I :
Notes: I like Roman numerals
Mood: ?????, depressed, frustrated
Activity levels: Couch potato. I watched the entire season 3 of Community.
Grin and bear it they said. Exercise gives you endorphins they said. Feel the burn - HA. I pretty much feel like I'm dying after a workout. The only reason I'm doing this is because there is some part of me that is either batsheep insane or believes that things can be better than this- that I, in some universe can be better than this. I'm a habitually weak person, so being strong (which is my main goal. Strength) is something that is just such a foreign concept to me. We want things we don't have right? So I guess that must be it.
I'm also terrified. Watching my brother gain weight was probably the most horrific experience. I don't hate him, but I hate him, for so many reasons, that I'm just desperate to be the complete opposite of him. If I gain weight than I'm him. He was constantly eating and wasting away and lying, and if I become that- I lose. That's it. Game over. So I'm trying to save myself from becoming my worst fear.
You know that awful moment when you zip up a dress and the zipper won't go up anymore? That was my wake up call. I honestly just feel like hiding under the covers because dear lord- what have I done? I'd like to end this on some optimistic note, but the forecast goes gray skies with a 90% chance of rain.
-- How much weight do you want to lose?
- Legit? I'd like to lose about 8 lbs. That is two less pounds than where I'd started.
-- What is the timeframe for reaching your target weight?
- Four months seems fair
-- How do you want to accomplish your goal (what methods do you want to use)?
- Exercise, less carbs, more vegetables. I've been roped into doing the 30 day Jillian Michaels thing. Ew. Sweating.
-- Who or what can support you in reaching your goal?
- Here's the hard part. I don't really have anyone... There is an online friend who is doing the 30 day thing, and that's it. I guess I'm here for some accountability.
-- How realistic is your goal?
- It seems reasonable, but I'm a notorious not finisher of things.
-- When will you start?
- I started last week and I quit after my legs left me feeling I could barely walk. So today is my strike two.
DAY I :
Notes: I like Roman numerals
Mood: ?????, depressed, frustrated
Activity levels: Couch potato. I watched the entire season 3 of Community.
Grin and bear it they said. Exercise gives you endorphins they said. Feel the burn - HA. I pretty much feel like I'm dying after a workout. The only reason I'm doing this is because there is some part of me that is either batsheep insane or believes that things can be better than this- that I, in some universe can be better than this. I'm a habitually weak person, so being strong (which is my main goal. Strength) is something that is just such a foreign concept to me. We want things we don't have right? So I guess that must be it.
I'm also terrified. Watching my brother gain weight was probably the most horrific experience. I don't hate him, but I hate him, for so many reasons, that I'm just desperate to be the complete opposite of him. If I gain weight than I'm him. He was constantly eating and wasting away and lying, and if I become that- I lose. That's it. Game over. So I'm trying to save myself from becoming my worst fear.
You know that awful moment when you zip up a dress and the zipper won't go up anymore? That was my wake up call. I honestly just feel like hiding under the covers because dear lord- what have I done? I'd like to end this on some optimistic note, but the forecast goes gray skies with a 90% chance of rain.