It was in the high 20s this morning Oaks and it is still chilly out. Not cold like yours. She is back tonight. I just got back from a field project called Oaks with a string of numbers behind it. I'm sure the land guy wondered why I grinned at the name. No implications here, but that project was really easy.
I did a little LJ. I overate yesterday. I didn't sleep well and was already tired yesterday. I feel exhausted and I am hoping to get to bed early tonight. Since my wife will be home tonight I will be hanging around town until she gets back. I will go run after work and hopefully she won't be too late. I think the streak will continue indefinitely, but I need to get past this rough patch of fatigue. The field work woke m eup a bit.
I haven't been weighing while I try to start the bodyweight routine as I usually pop up in weight when I do something new, but I overate last night by quite a lot. That whole fatigue/appetite thing, but I will fight it today. I want to do the routine again tonight, but I may be too pooped or pressed for time.
The streak isn't really important to me anymore. What I mean is that I don't care about how many days it is really. I just want to run every day. Every day I run is a day I make progress and a day that I am healthy.
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I'm really tired of being fat. I'm frustrated lately in the realization that doing things correctly means that I am still going to be fat for a long time. I'm obese. Obese people don't run everyday. Obese people don't consistently eat an appropriate amount of calories. I realize that this obesity is the physical manifestation of a lifetime of bad decisions and for that reason it will take time to recover.
I'm ashamed of my body to a degree that I never have been before. The belly and the love handles really make me feel self conscious now. I'm enjoying wearing all of the layers because I can hide. I was so happy with the progress that I had made by last April when I did the 5K. I realized going back to look at a photo that I am embarrassed by how fat I looked. That made me realize that in another 40 pounds I will be embarrassed of how I look now which caused me to go ahead and be embarrassed now because why wait?
I want to hide from the world until I'm not fat anymore. I know things have and continue to improve, but I'm really unsatisfied with that at the moment. I am already doing everything that there is to do which is great, but now I have to find acceptance for the fact that I may be deeply dissatisfied with my physical self for a while. The alternative is to go backwards deeper into obesity, self-pity, and an early grave and that is not going to happen. That is little comfort for the limbo that my life is and will be for the foreseeable future. I know my attitude will improve as my physical body does the same. I also know that in some way it is progress to be completely repulsed by my fatness because it comes from a realization that not being fat is a fact for me. I will get to and keep a normal weight. That is good to know. It somehow goes beyond will or resolve. It is the only future for me. That just makes me anxious and dissatisfied with fat me today. I have to get past this as my brain yelling "STOP BEING FAT!" at itself isn't particularly productive. /end_
I'm happy that Mrs. Q will be here tonight and I've left enough calories to hit Thai food for dinner. I'll likely just run 1 mile today and hopefully feel like doing the bodyweight routine tonight.
I suppose the best thing I can do is stay busy. Gradually increase my efforts and do more to get where I want to be in my life.