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Oh goddammit
Mar. 6th, 2019 08:57 pmI really picked a fine time to start exercising. It's been FREEZING here. I did go on a decent walk with Mom yesterday but I didn't do anything today or Monday and it feels like I'm not making a great start on this pseudo-resolution. I have been eating better, at least; Mom bought a big box of spinach on my request and I've gone through half of it so far. Yesterday was Fat Tuesday - which, you know what, deserves its own little sidebar.
So yesterday was Fat Tuesday. For Catholics, this is an important day, I guess, I don't actually know what significance it has religiously. For us, it means Mom buys donuts for breakfast. We're not remotely Catholic. My dad's family is Irish Catholic but he dropped out of that whole scene as a kid, and I don't think my mom was raised religious, so my brother and I were raised atheist, or agnostic or whatever. Why do we celebrate weird atheist Fat Tuesday?? When did we start doing this??? I'm cool with the donuts but ?????
Anyway, I had a little moment of uncertainty over the traditional breakfast donuts, but then I figured, fuck it, I like donuts. Plus, if I try to make a super drastic change in my eating habits, it won't be as sustainable long-term. I can eat like a responsible adult who wants to live past fifty and also eat donuts sometimes, they're not mutually exclusive. I don't really feel any big difference yet, obviously, but I do feel proud of myself. :)
Like I said, though, exercise has been a little weaker. On the one hand, it probably is a good thing that I'm not jumping headlong into a new intense regimen and then burning myself out, but I should probably be doing more. Especially because I work at a fucking gym oh my god. Have I mentioned that before? I work at a fucking gym. And I'm this out of shape. For the past couple days I've been bringing a tank top to work in case I want to change after my shift and exercise, but I haven't been able to psych myself up yet. I guess I feel too embarrassed. It's kind of the double-edged sword of working at a community gym; on the one hand, the members are regular people and not super-buff gym bunnies, but on the other hand I know 80% of the people in there at any given time. At this stage in my metamorphosis, I just want to pant and sweat my way through my embarrassingly mild workout in solitude. Trying to nod my way through a conversation about whatever sport is on the television while simultaneously trying to act like I'm not out of breath after five minutes on a stationary bike is not high on my list of priorities. Plus, what if the person at the desk asks me if I can cover for them "for just a minute" and I reflexively say yes? Then I'm stuck there for an hour and a half, minimum.
Not that I've thought about this a lot or anything.
So yesterday was Fat Tuesday. For Catholics, this is an important day, I guess, I don't actually know what significance it has religiously. For us, it means Mom buys donuts for breakfast. We're not remotely Catholic. My dad's family is Irish Catholic but he dropped out of that whole scene as a kid, and I don't think my mom was raised religious, so my brother and I were raised atheist, or agnostic or whatever. Why do we celebrate weird atheist Fat Tuesday?? When did we start doing this??? I'm cool with the donuts but ?????
Anyway, I had a little moment of uncertainty over the traditional breakfast donuts, but then I figured, fuck it, I like donuts. Plus, if I try to make a super drastic change in my eating habits, it won't be as sustainable long-term. I can eat like a responsible adult who wants to live past fifty and also eat donuts sometimes, they're not mutually exclusive. I don't really feel any big difference yet, obviously, but I do feel proud of myself. :)
Like I said, though, exercise has been a little weaker. On the one hand, it probably is a good thing that I'm not jumping headlong into a new intense regimen and then burning myself out, but I should probably be doing more. Especially because I work at a fucking gym oh my god. Have I mentioned that before? I work at a fucking gym. And I'm this out of shape. For the past couple days I've been bringing a tank top to work in case I want to change after my shift and exercise, but I haven't been able to psych myself up yet. I guess I feel too embarrassed. It's kind of the double-edged sword of working at a community gym; on the one hand, the members are regular people and not super-buff gym bunnies, but on the other hand I know 80% of the people in there at any given time. At this stage in my metamorphosis, I just want to pant and sweat my way through my embarrassingly mild workout in solitude. Trying to nod my way through a conversation about whatever sport is on the television while simultaneously trying to act like I'm not out of breath after five minutes on a stationary bike is not high on my list of priorities. Plus, what if the person at the desk asks me if I can cover for them "for just a minute" and I reflexively say yes? Then I'm stuck there for an hour and a half, minimum.
Not that I've thought about this a lot or anything.
