Journal Entry Type #10: Are You Okay With Being Average on a Friday?


The only thing that has worked for me to lose weight is watching what I’m eating, but I’ll be the first one to admit I love the food that is NOT good for you.  I love popcorn (bad for my TMD and yes, I know corn is a carb), but if I was stranded on an island for a few weeks, I would be okay with only popcorn, ice tea, water, and mints.  No one and I mean NO ONE takes my popcorn away.  Even more important is not eating so much every day and cardio exercise where your shirt, shorts, and even your undergarments are soaked in sweat.  This is the only way I know how to do it.  Telling myself to eat small portions helps to an extent, but in the long run it doesn’t.  If I’m not exercising (some days I push myself harder than others), then I know there is no way I’m going to be able to lose weight because I tend to eat poorly if I skip a whole week or two (bad, I know).  I’ve read all about the different diets out there and how it’s a multi-billion dollar business.  I’ve never tried any of them because my logic is I should be able to do that myself.  There should be a clear line between living freely and living with rules.  I know it takes 21 days for a habit to form, but I’m not a cookie cutter person.  I’m the poster adult for starting and stopping behaviors that are good for me.  I battle having to get to the gym to exercise despite growing up in an active family.  The main reason I’m wanting to lose weight is to feel better about myself and be stronger physically, but also so I can live longer to get done everything I want to achieve in life.  The other reason is I hate needles, and the main reason I had to quit donating blood.  I don’t want to be poking myself with insulin later in life.  Mortality has become more of a factor in my life since I’m a little over the halfway point in my life based on the CDC National Center for Health Statistics.  The average life expectancy in 2017 for U.S. women is 81.1 years and U.S. men is 78.6 years.  I guess what I’m saying is I’m sort of having a renewed sense of reason for living.  I’ve read stress reduces one’s life, and I’m trying to have less of it.  Let’s just say my eyes have become more open to the reality I will not be here forever and will be forgotten by the masses.  Do I want to live until 100?  Probably not and for many reasons.  I only hope in my next life time I don’t have so much struggle in some areas and realize sooner being average is okay (to an extent).




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