It's time to get myself in shape.
No, really guys. I mean it.
The problem is getting myself motivated to get off my butt and go do something.
This is me. Completely.
Sometimes, I'd even rather starve than leave the house, which completely forsakes my fat kid title. It can just be so hard. Going to the gym for me is like getting ready to go out. I hate the idea of it, but once I'm doing it, it's a lot of fun. It's not that I mind showering. I mind getting ready. If I were one of those lucky gals whose hair air-dried pretty-like, it'd be one thing. But I look like a Chia Pet.
Once I start the whole process, I enjoy the makeup and the end result, and I end up feeling all Blue Steel.
Same with the gym.
I think the problem is that I've been so used to being in incredible shape my entire life that I can't figure out how to get back there. I did gymnastics for the better half of my life, and I'm just used to having an incredibly high metabolism and endurance that lasts for days. I worked out 25 hours a week back in those days, and realistically, no, I won't EVER be like that again, but little baby steps would be nice. I mean, I managed to run a marathon. I know these things aren't impossible.
For right now, I just stare burning holes into Brit Brat, circa 2001.
Those abs wil be mine. Oh yes, they will be mine.
And let's not even talk about the crap I eat.
I have a whole slew of veggies downstairs chillin' in the fridge, but nothing to make them with. So I open the refrigerator door and stare past them until my eyes hit some sort of cheese. Then I go to Branson and buy two pounds of fudge and die a little and forget who I am after I reawaken from my diabetic coma. Que sera sera.
It's going to get easier and harder for me. I'll be doing nothing but studying from here through the end of February, so I'll be able to cook a decent meal. But I'll be doing nothing but studying, and when I'm not, I'll just wanna sit on the couch and relax.
(relax = snacktime)
I actually love eating healthy. I've had blood sugar issues my whole life, and I can always tell such a huge difference in how I feel based on what I put in my body. Unfortunately, I too often fall victim to a lack of planning. I know that's gotta change. I want to keep the meat, keep some sugar (none of that artificial stuff), and stay away from processed crap like Rice-A-Roni that turns into a Jello-ish subtstance when left for half an hour.
(don't believe me? do it. it''ll make you think twice about it)
So it's time. It's just time. It's actually past time. My body looks about the same as it has for a while, but the inside needs more improving than the outside.
However, if the outside wants to play copycat, I won't care much. It'll be flattering.
Tell me, little bunnies ... got any tips on being healthy?