JayCanDoIt
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Sunday, September 25, 2011.
It is currently 10:51PM on a rather muggy Sunday night. I just finished my "last hurrah" - eating all assortments of junk food, unhealthy goodies, and fat-filled creations. I can tell you right now that I'm already sick of the high fructose corn syrup and saturated fats pumping through my veins.
Good. That's how I want it.
For as long as I can remember I have been fat. It never bothered me until High School, when I realized how skinny other people were compared to my massive frame. Since then I have been trying so hard to lose weight, but things like Mcdonalds, delicious food, and my hatred for working out kept me from reaching my goal. The worse thing is that, despite my attempts, I have been gaining weight.
At the moment of this first diary post, I am a male 18 year old and I weigh about 221 pounds. Now, when I tell people this they look shocked, as if they thought I would actually look larger than I already am. But I know how to dress, so the illusions I create when I put on large belts, loose shirts, and rolled-up sweater sleeves is very akin to a magic show.
But I'm DONE with the magic tricks. I want to be a healthy individual.
Now, I never thought so strongly about this. I mean, yes I've always tried, but for some reason, deep in my gut, I know that this attempt is going to be the triumph I have been looking for. And it all started because of a dream.
Last night I had a dream that I was working in a hospital (which is realistic since I am going to take classes for Nursing and later Pediatrics). I was changing in the locker and was looking in a mirror, and I noticed how fit I was. I had six pack abs, my body was cut, I was very proportional. I went home later and I saw that I had a wonderful wife and some kids, and I was happy. I was living a happy life.
And then I woke up, and everything came slamming back. I rose from my bedside with unbearable butterflies in my gut and my stomach. The life that I saw in my dream wasn't real, and then I realized, if I didn't do anything it could NEVER be real. So, this morning, I decided to make a difference in myself and do something about my body. I'm not going to be this fat guy anymore. I'm not going to wake up feeling groggy, and stuff myself with unhealthy foods.
I'm going to DO something.
So, tomorrow, I'm going to wake up really early (it won't be hard since I have two brothers who still have to go to school) and run outside. I also went grocery shopping and bought some fresh vegetables and white meats that will make a nutritionist cry, and threw out all the junk food in my household.
Alright, since I don't have a fancy way of ending this I'm going to end it here. Wish me luck, folks!
GOAL: 140 Pounds
My Tracker
|220|----|200|[/b]-[/b](191)[/b]---|180|----|160|----|140|[/b]
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Last Updated: Sunday, March 18, 2012
It is currently 10:51PM on a rather muggy Sunday night. I just finished my "last hurrah" - eating all assortments of junk food, unhealthy goodies, and fat-filled creations. I can tell you right now that I'm already sick of the high fructose corn syrup and saturated fats pumping through my veins.
Good. That's how I want it.
For as long as I can remember I have been fat. It never bothered me until High School, when I realized how skinny other people were compared to my massive frame. Since then I have been trying so hard to lose weight, but things like Mcdonalds, delicious food, and my hatred for working out kept me from reaching my goal. The worse thing is that, despite my attempts, I have been gaining weight.
At the moment of this first diary post, I am a male 18 year old and I weigh about 221 pounds. Now, when I tell people this they look shocked, as if they thought I would actually look larger than I already am. But I know how to dress, so the illusions I create when I put on large belts, loose shirts, and rolled-up sweater sleeves is very akin to a magic show.
But I'm DONE with the magic tricks. I want to be a healthy individual.
Now, I never thought so strongly about this. I mean, yes I've always tried, but for some reason, deep in my gut, I know that this attempt is going to be the triumph I have been looking for. And it all started because of a dream.
Last night I had a dream that I was working in a hospital (which is realistic since I am going to take classes for Nursing and later Pediatrics). I was changing in the locker and was looking in a mirror, and I noticed how fit I was. I had six pack abs, my body was cut, I was very proportional. I went home later and I saw that I had a wonderful wife and some kids, and I was happy. I was living a happy life.
And then I woke up, and everything came slamming back. I rose from my bedside with unbearable butterflies in my gut and my stomach. The life that I saw in my dream wasn't real, and then I realized, if I didn't do anything it could NEVER be real. So, this morning, I decided to make a difference in myself and do something about my body. I'm not going to be this fat guy anymore. I'm not going to wake up feeling groggy, and stuff myself with unhealthy foods.
I'm going to DO something.
So, tomorrow, I'm going to wake up really early (it won't be hard since I have two brothers who still have to go to school) and run outside. I also went grocery shopping and bought some fresh vegetables and white meats that will make a nutritionist cry, and threw out all the junk food in my household.
Alright, since I don't have a fancy way of ending this I'm going to end it here. Wish me luck, folks!
GOAL: 140 Pounds
My Tracker
|220|----|200|[/b]-[/b](191)[/b]---|180|----|160|----|140|[/b]
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Last Updated: Sunday, March 18, 2012
): 110 Calories
Thankfully I didn't.) Hopefully tomorrow won't be so bad!