Getting Back on Track

Before the month of July came to an end, I made a vow to go back to eating right and working out not only for vanity's sake, but also for health reasons. As most of you might have noticed, I have been perpetually ranting about my weight gain for the past 14months in a lot of my posts that I felt like I was being too redundant and pathetic for stressing the same thing over and over again without doing anything about it. People around me, especially those whom I see and converse with every single day at home and at work, have surely had enough of my gibbering too much about how much I have grown in the past year even without them smacking me in the head. Thankfully, I got to my senses recently and realized that I've been talking too much about it, almost incessantly, that I figured it's just about time to act on it. I seriously don't know why it took me this long to realize it. Perhaps I was too busy running my mouth to see the picture.

Since the first of August (just the other day), I have eaten no junk or meat apart from fish meat. I have loaded myself with sufficient servings of vegetables and have cut back on my carbohydrate intake (not that I consume too much. I actually don't consume more than a cup and a half of rice daily). Today will be my third day of keeping my vow and I know that today will be a challenge for sure. Being that I work a full 9hours, I usually snack on something unhealthy (courtesy of the convenience store a few steps away from our building) while smashing my keyboard. A call to Mickey Dee's or any fastfood chain would be the next best thing to having a full meal for dinner, but not anymore. I will have to either prepare something for me to bring to work, or make a quick stop at the nearby supermarket and grab a bag of lettuce (minus the caloric salad dressings) and something else (healthy, of course) to stuff my stomach with. Perhaps some of you are now wondering if I will be depriving myself of all the good stuff. My answer, no, not really. I probably will reward myself with a chocolate bar or a small serving of ice cream (my guilty pleasures) once in a while (take note that once in a while is not the same as every day) to encourage myself to continue on with my diet plan.

Along with giving my diet a face-lift, I will also be running at least two kilometers a day to keep my heart, legs and lungs in shape. My daily 15minute-weight-lifting-walk-in-stilettos does not and will never suffice for a good work out. Crunches, stretching, and some basic work out routines will have their share of the 24hours that I get daily.

I know I'm not fat or anywhere close to being so, but my soft spots are starting to frustrate me and kill my confidence. I also know that the 15lbs that I gained in 14months were just meat, added to my bones, and that despite this, I'm actually still a size zero, though just a bit rounder than I used to be. I promise I will not go back looking like a frail and sickly anorexic baby. I'm just going to go back weighing 100lbs (I know I'm supposed to weigh more than this seeing that I'm 5'5, but... ugh. I'm not happy with how I am now) and that's it.

Now that I just subjected myself to scorn and mockery, I better be able to keep this vow for good. I'll update you guys in a month. I should have something to report by then. Be with me

Sincerely,