9 hours ago
Thursday, October 7, 2010
It's fun shopping in your own closet.
I'd let myself go. Four years ago in a fit of disgust and loathing, I took to dieting, and was fairly successful at it. within several months I lost 3 sizes and finally could stand to face a mirror. It was fall, nothing fit, so I shopped like a recovering nudist.
Before long, a little voice in the back of my head told me, "it's over, I'm hungry, time to stop this now." Stopping became a very clear, conscious decision. The weight and more returned.
The fit of disgust returned last fall, but this time I told myself, no diets. I vowed to lose the girth, first through exercise, which I fully understand has little to nothing to do with weight loss, but all to do with health. I began slowly.
Initially, I gained weight, but lost inches. Slowly, I became conscious of how many miles of treadmill time it takes to work off that bag of M&M's I craved, and learned to deal with the trade offs. I've come to accept that junk food is not a reward.
The gym routine is 2 days on, 1 day off, and has been for a year. I despise every day going to the gym, but do like the results, medically as well as physically, more than I hate the routine.
Today, the clothes I purchased 4 years ago, still practically new, fit fairly well, and men's clothing never goes out of style. I haven't lost much weight, but am in the best shape of my life. Today is an off day, so it must be a beautiful sunshiny day.
If I can do it, anyone can.
Posted by Toad at 12:02 AM