I’ve been at risk of undoing much of the health improvements I’ve done over the last four years. My eating habits are not only directly unhealthy, but not great for my mental health with the self-loathing I feel after a whole week of eating bad… week after week.
I’ve let myself get lazy and distracted. I haven’t been keeping up on household chores. I’ve basically been a mess.
I’m going to refocus. I’m weighing myself again. I haven’t started posting it again because the page is crazy with too much data. I’ll find a better way to present it soon. My weight this morning was 236.4lbs. That’s higher than it’s been since October of 2008.
I need to stop going out to eat so much. Going out for pizza or a burger and a beer three or four times a week is not only working against my goals, but is costing too much money.
Today, I cooked a pork chop on the grill and had celery sticks. I have leftovers for lunch tomorrow. It was a sensible size portion and I drank water with it.
In December 2008 I listed a few secondary goals. I just revisited that.
- Learn to ride a unicycle (next year)
I wisely gave up on this.
- Be car-free (three years away)
Strangely enough, I’m on track for this.
- Either fix-up my house, or move (three years away)
I moved more than a year ahead of the goal.
- Meet a woman crazy enough to like my lifestyle (never?)
I got married – we’re split up now – don’t want to say much more than that.
- Ride a several hundred mile multi-day tour (next year?)
Although late, I did this in March of this year.
Message From The Past
In January of 2009, I wrote something that I needed to read now. Luckily, I do re-read my older blog entries occasionally.
I mention effort to save a life. I was trying at the time to convince my audience that this is possible and necessary. It turns out the audience is me in 2011.
If I fix my eating habits and focus more on productive activities, not only will I lose weight, but I should feel better about myself. It’s not a cure for depression, but it means fewer bad days.
It’s strange that the things I crave when depressed (food & beer) are things that will eventually make me more depressed. This is common. What is it with the human psyche?