The Fat Bastard Report - Part 1
There was a time, starting about eight years ago, when I was a lot more active than I am now. For the first time in my adult life I started exercising on a regular basis. In fact, the day that school stopped having recess (7th grade, I think), I stopped being active on a regular basis, so it's probably safe to say that back in December of 1998, I started exercising regularly for the first time in my entire life. I'd get up every morning before dawn and go for a walk and watch the sun come up, which I love doing.
I'm not a morning person, but there's something wonderful about being outside and experiencing the last half hour of night and the first half hour of day. Watching the world slowly wake up is something I genuinely love doing and is one of those things in life that I believe to be good for the soul. Sadly, the end result is that everyone is now awake and they start leaving their houses and all of a sudden the streets are filling back up with assholes you're not alone anymore and it's really, really, time to get back home.
And so I'd go home and go back to sleep for a few hours. Every night I'd go for my "real" walk, which was just under five miles, half of it uphill. That was during the last hour and a half of daylight and the first half hour of night. Not quite as wonderful as dawn but frequently peaceful, which is certainly nice. And if I didn't have time for that, then I'd at least go for a couple miles before going to bed. I was at a point where I wasn't able to sleep as well if I didn't get in some sort of exercise.
Then I took an office job. Office jobs can pay really well and there are certainly a lot of good reasons to have them, but they are unnatural and humans weren't built for and aren't meant to be sitting at desks all day long. I stopped exercising. Not altogether, not at first. But slowly, I got more and more out of the habit. And then I started hating my job - which at that point, I'd let take over way too much of my life - and the more I hated my job, the more unhappy I was, the less I exercised.
Some people exercise to blow off stress. Some people can tell when they're stuck in a bad situation and will make an effort to change it. I used to think of myself as one of those people. But instead of either of those things, I entered a really stupid 3+ year period of playing video games and ignoring reality. And I stopped exercising entirely. And I got fatter. I just recently broke myself of the video game habit and thank god, too.
A couple weeks ago, I tried on a pair of pants that used to be big on me and the button was about four or five inches away from the button hole. Worse, larger pants that were a little loose on me six months to a year ago, are now a little tight. And the pants that were a little tight I can't even fucking get into.
Goddammit.
So here I am, no longer able to ignore the reality of how much weight I've put back on, or how unhappy I am because of it. Boffo.
Other than the fact that I like to talk about myself way too much, I have no idea why I'm making this all public, but I am. And I've decided to write weekly entries talking about diet, exercise, and weight loss. If this is the sort of thing that bores the shit out of you - as well it should be - please feel free to ignore the fat bastard reports as they're posted.
I'm not a morning person, but there's something wonderful about being outside and experiencing the last half hour of night and the first half hour of day. Watching the world slowly wake up is something I genuinely love doing and is one of those things in life that I believe to be good for the soul. Sadly, the end result is that everyone is now awake and they start leaving their houses and all of a sudden the streets are filling back up with assholes you're not alone anymore and it's really, really, time to get back home.
And so I'd go home and go back to sleep for a few hours. Every night I'd go for my "real" walk, which was just under five miles, half of it uphill. That was during the last hour and a half of daylight and the first half hour of night. Not quite as wonderful as dawn but frequently peaceful, which is certainly nice. And if I didn't have time for that, then I'd at least go for a couple miles before going to bed. I was at a point where I wasn't able to sleep as well if I didn't get in some sort of exercise.
Then I took an office job. Office jobs can pay really well and there are certainly a lot of good reasons to have them, but they are unnatural and humans weren't built for and aren't meant to be sitting at desks all day long. I stopped exercising. Not altogether, not at first. But slowly, I got more and more out of the habit. And then I started hating my job - which at that point, I'd let take over way too much of my life - and the more I hated my job, the more unhappy I was, the less I exercised.
Some people exercise to blow off stress. Some people can tell when they're stuck in a bad situation and will make an effort to change it. I used to think of myself as one of those people. But instead of either of those things, I entered a really stupid 3+ year period of playing video games and ignoring reality. And I stopped exercising entirely. And I got fatter. I just recently broke myself of the video game habit and thank god, too.
A couple weeks ago, I tried on a pair of pants that used to be big on me and the button was about four or five inches away from the button hole. Worse, larger pants that were a little loose on me six months to a year ago, are now a little tight. And the pants that were a little tight I can't even fucking get into.
Goddammit.
So here I am, no longer able to ignore the reality of how much weight I've put back on, or how unhappy I am because of it. Boffo.
Other than the fact that I like to talk about myself way too much, I have no idea why I'm making this all public, but I am. And I've decided to write weekly entries talking about diet, exercise, and weight loss. If this is the sort of thing that bores the shit out of you - as well it should be - please feel free to ignore the fat bastard reports as they're posted.
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