Four years ago if I went out to dinner with friends I would eat half my plate and put the rest in a to-go box. On the way home I would finish my leftovers and call in an order for a pizza. Then, I would circle around town eating until I decided to go home and immediatly pass out.
Combine that with keggers, little sleep, no exercise and you have one serious problem. I remember always thinking, "What's wrong with me?"
Thankfully, all of that is in the past. I don't want to get into how I got from point A to point B right now but I do want to emphasize that I am happy now. Really, really happy. My happiness stems from being able to recognize where I have problems and being able to set goals to fix them. There have been a bunch of articles lately about our relationship with food and yes, I can say that I have food issues, but I am trying to fix them. It's the little things, like never buying a loaf of bread or not keeping junk food in the house, that are inching me towards my goals - I will have ab definition, I will have a 300# deadlift, I will have 30 pull ups in a row.
5 years ago