Junk Food Junkie Rant

Disclaimer, this post is a rant and contains swearing. If this offends you, chill out. It'll be alright.  

So here's the thing. I have a terrible, terrible love for junk food. It's really bad. I crave sweets all of the time. And I love fast food burgers. And it's not because I'm depressed or stressed or anything. I have a really good life and a fairly easy work/school schedule. It's just that junk food tastes fucking delicious. Some nights I don't get home until late, so it's really tempting for me to just grab a bite from Wendy's or Zaxby's. And over the past few months that's exactly what I've done. A lot.

It doesn't help either that directly next door from my work there's a Chick-fil-A. Those delicious chicken sandwiches and heaven-sent sweet tea are fucking addicting as crack and make it incredibly hard to make lunch in the morning. I mean, I'm usually rushed and oh what the hell I can just grab a bite next door.

This is usually the thought process behind my eating habits. The ease of accessibility and my fondness of the taste of shit food makes it extremely difficult to eat a healthy dinner. The worst bit is I know that eating this bad is killing me. But it's so damn good. 

Take tonight for instance, I used another common excuse to eat out. My girlfriend has been extremely stressed out and busy and I had a coupon for a local burrito place. So guess what we had for dinner. Alright, maybe I do eat because of stress, but at least it's not my own, right?

But we can't forget working out, either. My plan has been to go running in the mornings. There is a track literally across the street from me but I still cannot get my lazy ass out of bed to go for a run. I don't even have to get up early. I only have to wake up at 8:00am to be on time. But I mean it's cold outside in the mornings and my bed is nice and warm and I can always run later, right? And then later comes around and I'm in the middle of something 'important' or am just really interested in something way better than working out (even though I pay for a goddamn gym membership every month). So later passes by and by then it's late and now I'm getting kinda tired so I'll just work out tomorrow.

Yeah. Right.

That's why I started this blog. If I'm going to put it out there that I'm going to lose weight and start this project then I'm going to fucking do it.

Bullshit. I didn't even write a goddamn post yesterday saying I was too fucking lazy to work out. At least I ate at home, right? Wrong. I had a small chicken breast and an entire fucking bag of fried okra. Seriously, I ate the whole goddamn bag. And it was delicious. Until about halfway through when the grease started getting to me a little bit because it was an entire bag of fucking fried okra. But did I stop eating? Fuck no! That shit was gone in a heartburnbeat.

Why do I do this to myself? I don't know. I guess it's a habit that I will have to break during this project. I use excuses all the time when I'm avoiding anything healthy. I'm too busy. I'll do it later. Just one more time. But I've got to stop.

Today I at least made a step in the right direction when I worked out. I also ate a healthy breakfast (though even eating breakfast is good for me) and packed a healthy lunch. I did mess up for dinner and did bake cookies this afternoon though, so that pretty much cancels out everything healthy I did today, including the workout.

My workout went as so:

• Warm up: .15 miles walking, .35 miles running, .5 walking
• Leg curls: 3x15, 50lbs
• Leg extensions: 3x12, 50lbs
• Abductors: 3x15, 90-95-100lbs
• Adductors: 3x15, 90-95-100lbs
• Calf raises: 3x15, 90lbs

I didn't run, as I had planned. I aim to run 1.5 miles on upper body and leg days, and 5k on core and cardio days.

So there it is, all my shitty habits out in the air on the very first post. I cannot promise that I will post everyday. I cannot promise that I will workout everyday. I cannot promise that I will eat healthy everyday.

But I can promise that I will try my damnedest.

-M