So I figured if I put out a blog to the world, sharing my trials with everyone, it might make things a little bit more exciting. Plus keep me on the path to healthiness.
Let's start at the beginning though. Throughout high school, things weren't bad. I could have worked harder, sure, but I was almost always involved in something physical, and I had a decent metabolism for a teenager. I ate lots of pizza, but it did not really affect me that negatively.
Then, I went away to college. And I was immediately bombarded with a plethora of buffet style eating and pizza places that stayed open until 3 or 4AM. And this excitement led to my first experiences of heart burn. What glorious times those were. Things got worse when I moved out of the dorms and into my apartment. The $5 pizza from Little Caesars was my kryptonite, and it pains me to say there were far too many instances where I would devour the entire pizza in one sitting. By myself. It's pretty disgusting to admit that, but that's what this is all about.
Upon graduation from Michigan State, I moved in with my parents in South Carolina to save some money. Given that the area was totally foreign to me, I joined a gym and was roped into signing up for a personal trainer. A personal trainer who was probably the best thing that happened to me during my year there. Because she gave me the tools necessary to put myself into something resembling an in-shape individual. And, after 6 months of hard work, in May 2008, I looked like this:
Okay, sure I didn't exactly have washboard abs or bulging arms or anything, but it was pretty good for me.
Then, in June of 2008 I moved back to Michigan, my home. And, when you don't have a mother making dinner for you every night, and no personal trainer, you begin to start slacking. So slowly but surely all that hard work I did was undone. To expedite everything, I was laid off earlier this year, completely wreaking havoc with my sleep schedule (since I no longer had one) and the junk food began to pile up. And even though I had all the free time in the world, I still neglected the gym that I was paying membership fees to every month.
Fast forward to right now, this moment. Day 1. The moment where I start this blog. The moment when I took a picture of myself in the same style I did before. And the moment of truth occurred.
There I am. Cute, right? Nice little plush belly for everyone to enjoy. Well, it's time to destroy that. (On a completely unrelated note, I REALLY need a haircut. Like that is really out of control. Look at that sideburn. That's not natural. Then again, neither is that double chin.)
So here is what's going to happen. As the days go on, I'm going to update the world and by extension keep myself honest. I find it easier to lie to myself than to others. So I'll give updates on what exercises I've done and what foods I've eaten and when, and I'll take weekly pictures that will hopefully be better quality than the ones I've shared with you here.
And anyone out there reading this who has LEGITIMATE tips on exercise and weight loss, feel free to share them with me. And no Acai Berry, please. I think I've seen enough of those ads on the internet. No need to sell them to me.
So here we go!
