Life, Love and the Pursuit of Skinniness

Last night I started looking at gyms in the area, thinking if I have somewhere to go workout that isn’t crazy out of the way I might go…yeah…might.  Not.  Could.  Should.  But probably won’t.  I HATE working out.  Did I mention HATE?  I don’t know why it is exactly, it’s not like I have something so much better to do with my time, I mean, I watch specific TV shows each week…I don’t need to sit down and watch them every night as a guarantee.

I wonder if I decided that after I had dinner and fed the dogs (7:00) that I could go to the gym for an hour a night, round trip.  So, 15 minutes of driving and 45 minutes of working out.  It seems plausible.  Do this three nights a week and I’m only adding 135 minutes of shows to my DVR really.  The other 4 days of the week I could just watch shows like normal.  It all sounds easy, great and plausible, but some how I just really don’t see it happening, which sucks because I think I’m really going to need to tone up in order to keep getting smaller, rather than just lighter.

After a long day of work though, working out just seems like the last thing I want to do, and I can’t do it on the way home from work because my poor dogs have been kenneled since 8:15AM and I don’t get home until 5:45 as it is.  I don’t want to make it 6:45, that’s 10.5 hours they’re kenneled at a time!

So, how do I get around my hee’in and haw’in about this.  Not sure yet, but at least I’m putting it out there, the “Should Do It” and now the world can see it (or at least the people who visit my blog 😉 ).

That’s all for now folks, checkin’ in later after I try out my roast beef for dinner tonight.

Why is re-starting a diet so damn hard???

Excuses

I promise I try to be good, every single day, but it feels like I’m a smoker who’s going to quit, and I quit every day, only to light back up after breakfast the next morning.

I say “I’m back on my diet” as I reach for a soft shell taco at a local restaurant.  “I know what I’m doing” as I reheat my leftover Chinese food for dinner.  “It’s ok,” I say, “It has chicken and a lot of veggies in it, and I’m not eating all the Spicy Brown Sauce.”

Even to my own ears the excuses seem to fall flat, obvious in their attempt at justification.

“I’ll restock on healthy food when I get paid, my shelves are bare from me being gone for a week.” seems to be translating into “I’ll start tomorrow.” and I have to wonder, how many “tomorrow’s” will there be before the scale starts to go up again?

I fought tooth and nail to get down to 162, and although as of yesterday I was below that, I didn’t weigh myself this morning, and deep down I think I know why:

My head is firmly buried in the sand

Have you ever known you were gaining weight, or cheating on a diet, so you avoid the scale?  It’s like keeping your eyes closed at a scary movie.  Everything is happening anyway, but you don’t want to see it.

Today I will try again, and yes, I am out of my GNC shakes, and my Wonderslim is depressingly low, but that is no excuse not to TRY.

PS, my 110 lb dog, Dante, says hello, and…

He is such a sweetheart that one.  And yes, he is a Husky mix, here he is:

Yes really, that’s him…kind of funny that I’m pretty sure he doesn’t think he is fat, either, and it makes total sense his head is buried in the snow…

Today I will bring my cinnamon vanilla cereal to work and snack on it if I get hungry.  It has 15g of protein and only 4g carbs in a baggie.  I will also eat my soup that is at work, another 15g protein and about 6g of net carbs.  Finally, I will drink my 80 ounces of water today, I swear, I will…try.

With that being said, I’ve held myself accountable to the world, and left it all out there, so to speak, and now I go to start my day anew.