As I wrote the last time I'm trying to incorporate the gym into my life and eating better. Not because it's the new year but because my best friend is getting married in August and I'm trying to look funky, fly, and fresh. Don't fret this isn't a blog about my quest to be a size 3. Its more about how the f do people just run?
I go to the gym and these people just take off on their tread mills or blast their pecs meanwhile I'm walking at 2.8 mph and wondering if there is a God and why he is torturing me so. I want to be one of those girls that walks in and just runs 3 miles and then drinks water to fill themselves up...but here's the thing: I like food. A lot.
I think about it all the time. I go to bed thinking about breakfast and I wake up thinking about lunch. If loving food is wrong then I don't wanna be right.
I thought I'd start watching The Biggest Loser to help me --maybe as a little motivation--but in turn I started eating while watching. Mega backfire.
I thought I'd eat soup for lunch which I have...twice this week btw...and each time I've just been angry that I'm eating such boring food. I even drop saltines in there as little rescue crackers to spice it up but it turns out chicken noodle is a chicken noodle is a chicken noodle.
So I have come to this conclusion: The task of becoming funky, fly, and fresh (triple f as it will now be called) is going to blow. But I refuse to quit. I will not quit. I will look at the golden arches and say "NO SIR". Spicy chicken nuggets - NO THANKS! I will look nachos bell grande in their cheese faces and I will say "Ok maybe just one.."
I think the point I'm trying to make is that this is a goal on my list that's not easy, and it's something that I'm not going to like but need to do in order to be triple f but just more confident. Hopefully I'll learn to enjoy the gym. Hopefully vegetables will one day be exciting.
For now I will hate it and push thru it. But I firmly believe I will continue to hate everyone at Lifetime Fitness that just jogs and doesn't look like they're running from a mugger.