Okay, internet. I’m coming clean. In the last few weeks, I’ve noticed that my fat pants are getting tight. So uncomfortably tight, in fact, that I’d rather not wear pants at all. Or shorts. LORD…NOT SHORTS!!!
My friends who read this and know me personally will say, “What? I haven’t noticed. You look great.” And that’s why you are my friends.
But you know, everyone has a standard for themselves. How they should look and feel. Mine isn’t even that high, and I’m still not achieving it!
So something needs to be done. And something WILL be done. Yesterday I greased the belt on the treadmill. Today I was thinking of eating healthier, but then I realized I had to finish off a carton of ice cream and a bag of Cheetos first. Wouldn’t want to be wasteful.
Do you think I need to change my mindset? Part of the problem here lately is indeed food. More specifically, the kinds of food we have around the house. And you would say, “Ummm…hello? YOU buy the food Jodi”. This is true. But with the budget cutbacks we’ve had around here, I can no longer afford to go to the store weekly for fresh fruits and vegetables. I can’t buy the leanest cuts or the organic varieties I used to purchase.
I’m currently relying on the super processed, preservative loaded, canned goods that can sit in my pantry for years. Or on my hips. Whichever comes first.
So I write this today as a sort of accountability. The day I sat down and put in writing how much of a fat slob I am becoming. Or something like that. Starting now tomorrow, I will eat regularly and sensibly. I will try my hardest to get in some sort of exercise, even if it’s just running around outside with the kids. And I vow to go to bed at a decent hour (which shouldn’t be a problem now that the Olympics and the political conventions are over).
That’s it. Seems simple enough. I’ll keep you posted.
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