Guys, I am out of control with the eating.
I normally eat rather healthy, only having what I need to survive, but what I need to survive might sometimes involve a whole bag of M&Ms and Fried Mozzarella Cheese Sticks.
This was more the case when I was living with my now ex-roommate since I was going to the market almost every day. Now that I’m living with my Mom in this hotel however, things have been, “What do you want to eat?” and me lying on my bed tweeting all day about how I need to exercise and shit when there’s a gym right down stairs from me.
I’m a born hypocrite. I’m good at it.
Watching the Super Bowl was fun, but I ate like shit today. I had a 2/3 lb Cheeseburger, Sweet Potato Fries, Onion Strings, Fried Dill Pickles… And that was just lunch.
As someone who is progressive in his overall ways of living, always looking for the next thing, I need to travel back in time a little and remember the promise I made to myself to get in shape. And damn it, I need to get in shape.
I don’t want to get all scary buff, or look like one of those guys on the Muscle Fitness magazines(Bulging is not comfortable), I just want to hit my target of 200-225 lbs instead of 235-240 which is where I stand as of writing this.
If you want something, you have to grab it by the balls. I don’t do this enough, but this is something I can EASILY accomplish while I am working on other things going on in my life.
Progress is possible, and this is only the beginning.