Misnomers and Fitness

Why do they call it a "twin" bed when there's no way in hell two people can comfortably sleep in one?

Don't get excited. It's not a smile on my face. It's a nervous twitch. It's a good thing I can fake being asleep... just minus the snoring. I got a good 30 - 45 minutes. Can't beat that. Oh, wait, yes you can. WITH A HEALTHY 8 HOURS.

Bah. Who needs to be healthy?

I DO

Gawd I'm such a fatass. I've got this wooden base on my bed that's been cracked for years. Just crawling into it raised high hell. And it's time to do something about it.

STARVATION AND BULEMIA! Choice of a new generation.

Well, maybe not bulemia. I've got bad enough heartburn as it is. But I've eaten fewer meals than there have been days in the past week. Jenny is right: after a the initial hunger pains, your body just gets used to it and it doesn't feel so bad. How horrible.

But I can't stand it. Everything I grab is poison. I wanted to have cheerios this morning and I think of how much sugar is in milk, even skim milk. And while skim milk is ok, it tastes HORRIBLE. Then I considered grabbing a handful of o's and munching on them, but I was afraid I would just overeat because without the liquid I might get too much of it. The amount it would take to make me feel full would be embarassingly big. For that I might as well eat steak and eggs. And with that I just give up.

When I decide to eat, boy do I ever. I'm hoping it makes me feel good and full for at least a little of the time, and overrall it's just less intake than I ordinarily do. Atkins Nutritional Approach this is NOT.

And today is my first trip to the gym. My brother (who has newly found muscles... bah, if I didn't know better I'd say he was juicing) wants to put me on his plan. He's gonna kick my ass.

No pain no gain. I guess that's the point of it all. If you don't suffer as part of the path, you don't gain anything. That's crap, by the way. Why not take the path of least resistance to gain what you want if it's the same thing? But in the fitness world, it is what it is.

The other night Juan showed me a cell phone pic of me from two years ago. Wearing a shirt I sometimes wear now (except it has holes where I've stretched it). And it's sad: really really sad. How'd I get from point A to point B? Is it just useless struggle against the inner fat jolly guy?

It also doesn't help that for the first time in years I got heckled from a moving car about my weight. :/ The ol' "FATTIE!" being shout out some frat boy's car. I only wish my water bottle would have gone through the open window and splashed open when I threw it at them instead of harmlessly bouncing off the quarterpanel. It would have been interesting if they would have stopped and gotten out of the car to lay some beatdown.

3 day waiting period? But I'm angry NOW.