I think one of the biggest misconceptions I was under when I started this whole weight loss thing back in June (of last year) was that I was going to lose seventy pounds in two months and slip right into a size six and be positively merry. Those people that said being fit is a lifelong commitment and eating healthy isn't a fad but more of a life style? Fuck 'em.
Maybe I'd been reading too many trashy magazines.
Or maybe I was delusional to the point of checking into rehab (for fat people). The truth remains that weight loss is such an uphill battle and even though I can totally gain ten pounds in a weekend from a Krispy Kreme driven binge, getting rid of them is a completely different story.
I must confess that in spite of my deep rooted hatred for anything gym related I've become quite the exercise enthusiast. I must also bring up that once you hit the streets (not like that, guys) or the gym or anything that makes you work up a sweat, your ability to eat more without gaining ten thousand pounds increases. This happens to be good news for people like me who truly love food.
Which brings me to the following: Chipotle is ruining my life.
I thought I was past giving into cravings but then they went ahead and built not one, but two of these evil establishments near my place and I cannot seem to stay away from them. I no longer do groceries. I Chipotle. Chipotle is a verb. A very dangerous one.
I always hear people say "Oh, sweets are my weakness" or "I can't seem to stay away from Cheetos." Me?... I have no weaknesses. I have a stomach. A stomach that wants food and doesn't discriminate nor comprehend how people cannot be tempted while passing burritos on the way to work. I am beginning to think that I need horse blinders every time I go out in public to stay focused on the task at hand. Do you think those will look weird on a date?
I guess not all is lost though and I do see some sort of a truce beginning to happen between my mind, body, and stomach. They have agreed to move forward with this plan as long as they get to indulge once in a while in the things that make them happy and the almighty goal is reached by my 30th birthday (12.12.12). Here I am now:
And well... I think there's hope.