Here we are, the end of the year. This was the year of the FitBit, the year I bought an elliptical, the year of big proclamations about losing weight and getting back to running shape.
It hasn't happened.
As of today, I weigh 252 pounds. I get winded going up stairs. If I'm being realistic, maybe I should buy clothes in the XXL size. For actually working at a resolution to lose weight, this year cannot be classified as anything but a disappointment.
But, I see that I have two choices. One, I can accept this. I can stay fat, guzzle pop, eat fast food, let dust accumulate on my exercise equipment, and just accept that this is who I am.
Or, I can take it seriously. If I look back on the year, I don't think I did that. When I got knocked off my long streak of days with 10,000 steps, it took me forever to get back to it. I drank pop, I didn't track what I ate, I'd snack mindlessly.
If I want to see results, I need to adopt a more laser like focus on this. I need to watch what I eat. I need to cut some things out of my diet entirely. I need to push myself more when I work out
I need to add in more exercises. I need to lift weights, do yoga, focus on abs.
I'll be headed home after visiting my parents at the end of this week. I'd really like it when I came back in the summer for there to be a noticeable difference. Maybe I should put a goal on it. Or maybe, for now, what I need is to have the goal of starting a trend within myself.
Either way, I feel as if I need to get serious about it now. Or else I may never get serious about it at all.
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