I’ve been on and off my diet, like always. But I have lost ten pounds. I have found that every other day of being “good” with my diet really does have an impact, although I feel I can do better. This is not only a matter of looking better, but of feeling better. Having this extra weight makes me feel horrible physically, as well as mentally. There is this constant weight on my being, and my mind. I never can seem to escape it. I wake up feeling horrible for eating too much the night previously. Sickly. And then I try to think about why I ate, when I wasn’t even hungry. I didn’t even remember how it tasted, just that I ate. Well that’s no good. How can I scarf down food without even being able to recall why I ate it, or even how it tasted. That makes no sense. It is like spending money on a pair of shoes that are three sizes too small. Never done that, but maybe they were really cute to the person that inevitably has. Well I’m no longer going to be a senseless shoe spender! I pride myself in being very logical, and I will not be spending money on any pair of small shoes.
Oh, I’ve also been running. I have increased my running speed. Well, at least now I can say that I am running. I read an article on MSN about how running can be a great way to lose weight, duh. Although it was an interesting process, or more so, progression, that it depicted. Basically, you start by walking, then speed walking, and then intervals of walking and running for a couple of minutes, and then full on running. I can proudly say that I am now at the walking and running intervals. Soon I hope to be like those crazy hamsters next to me on the dreadful running contraptions.
On a final note, I have gotten a new book, Despair, by Valdimir Nabokov. I absolutely loved the last book of his that I read, Invitation to a Beheading. A man contemplating his own murder. Books seem so typical now, romance, girly stuff, murders, but Nabokov is really thought provoking.
Well, I’m off to read.
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