Fat camp

Yesterday I started something that I hope I can finish.

A “diet.”

Actually, it wasn’t a diet in the strict sense of the word. I’m not keeping myself from eating white flour or carbohydrates or junk food. I’m just trying to keep myself from eating too much.

I’ve gained a considerable amount of weight in the past year. I don’t like it. I feel fat, and I look pudgy, and I feel unhealthy. I may sound vain, but the reality is this: I don’t want to be that guy who used to be an average weight and then ballooned out without doing anything to stop it.

I’ve been doing some things wrong for a while now. I don’t exercise anymore (this came with being car bound and not having to ride my bike everywhere, I believe, and has been catching up with me for the past four years.) I eat until I’m stuffed instead of being healthy and eating a natural portion size. I sit in front of a computer for 60% of my job, and I sit in front of a computer for 50% of my hobbies. I have a habit of eating when I get home from work at 1:30 am and then going to sleep only an hour later, leaving the food rotting and turning into fat while I sleep. I am constantly shoving food into my mouth. I drink way too much beer.

I know exactly what I should be doing, but I’ve never had the motivation to do it. I’ve been horrible at stopping it.

Listen to me – I sound like a stereotypical Cosmo reader: “I’m so fat, nobody likes me.” I know this isn’t true. I’m not fat. I’m not morbidly obese. But I could certainly stand to lose few pounds. This will be difficult.

So I’m starting small. I’ve stopped eating when I get home and I’ve stopped eating too much. That’s a start, I guess. From here I’ll add a few more things. I’ll make time to exercise (thirty minutes a day) and I’ll start drinking light beer.

Wait, light beer?


Maybe some things I’ll never change.

This was lovingly handwritten on October 12th, 2005