So, these past few days have been interesting for me, getting started. I have been going to the gym and running (OK, you caught me, I've been walking) on the treadmill for about 1/2 hour a day. I'm going pretty easy this first week for a few reasons.
One: I still have a lot of not healthy food around the house that I'm trying to get rid of. I'm not becoming a Vegetarian or anything like that, but going and doing a serious workout only to come home and eat some potato chips and a Ding-Dong would nullify any progress I've made for the day. Once I finish
Two: As I'm first starting out, I just want to get used to going to the gym everyday. I figure that if I try to go all out everyday when I'm still getting used to this whole "exercising" thing, I'm afraid that I could end up burning myself out with thoughts of how much it sucks to go to the gym. Right now, I just want to start working on the habit. So back off.
Today, though, I wasn't able to go to the gym. I could go into details and give you a play by play if you would like, but let's just say, for the sake of visual imagery, that I'm taking a sick day. So, unable to do any physical activity, I spent the better part of the day looking up things like what my daily caloric intake should be (how many calories I need to eat in order to maintain my weight) which is a frightening 3545 calories every day. Should be pretty easy to start cutting those once I
In all of the reading I've done over the past few weeks, one thing that keeps showing up (in regards to dieting) is the importance of a food journal. Personally, I think that sounds silly, to do nothing more than to write down what I eat any time I eat it, but again, it keeps coming up, so I'm going to give it a shot, at least for a week.
So, like the Tortoise and the Hare, my body has started out slow with my desire much further ahead. Stupid desire. Always showing off.
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