Highway to Health

That is what I am calling my plan of diet and exercise. I like it A.) because I think it's clever, and that's really all the reason I need, but also B.) because it sums it up nicely. It's not a "Diet Regime" or "My plan to become skinny". I just want to get into a healthy shape, preferably a less fluffy one. And I want to be in better shape endurance and strength wise. I'd slacked off in the last year in the eating healthy and exercising departments, and paid the price. I gained a bit of weight and when I went hiking last fall I was taking the hills like the fat kid in gym class.

I did a lot of research before I embarked upon my little journey. I bought a scale. Using it was only the fourth most traumatizing part of all of this.

I've got the eating part down quite well. I'm drinking only the very occasional very small glass of pop, eating more fruit and veg, and I haven't had any crazy breakdowns in will power at work (did I mention I'm a restaurant manager?). It's all down to doing the one thing I said I'd never do: counting calories. I've become one of those people, and I don't do things halfway, so I'm like the those people. It's been far easier than I would have thought, but when I actually apply myself to something I mean it and do it. I'm my own harshest critic and I won't let myself backslide.

The working out side is coming along. I've been doing yoga again and hitting the treadmill. I just need to do it more often, and find a way to work in some toning/strength crap. Thankfully my roommate sleeps like the dead (the kind far away from any sources of zombification) because I usually want to work out when I get home from work which is invariably after 11pm.

So things are going well so far. Tomorrow makes 3 weeks, and I've lost 7 pounds so far which is pretty decent. I feel a lot better, but that could be psychosomatic. And I've started to notice little differences, but I might be imagining it..... Hey, I like cautious optimism, very cautious. As the numbers on the scale keep going down I worry that one morning it's going to say, "Just kidding, you didn't lose any weight. Tee-hee-hee. I was just playing stupid scale games. Tee-hee-hee."

Okay, I might be slightly paranoid, but being paranoid doesn't mean you're wrong, just a suspicious bastard.