Tuesday, January 18, 2011
So, the scale and I are at war. It says I weigh 331 pounds, I say its a stupid piece of crap. Unfortunately, no matter how much I threaten to remove the nine volt battery it refuses to behave. Maybe I have to come to the realization that the scale is right and I just need to lose it. Weight, that is. For some reason I find that even though I know I am fat, or according to the CDC body mass index morbidly obese, I feel that I don't seem to care. I am apathetic to my cause, even though I know it is dire. I need to, in my opinion, drop down, first to 300, then 275, 250 and so on. I just don't know where or how to begin. Obviously I need to adjust my diet and start exercising. I suppose I will try spark people again. I think they're the way to start, because they'll allow me to track calories. Of course, I need to start doing something, essentially my day starts with waking up, going to work, sitting at work for 8 hours, driving home, sitting at home either watching tv to on the computer, eating dinner, watching more tv and sleep. Of course, that is a rough idea of my average weekday, but as sad as it sounds it is pretty true. I think I need to start slow, just walking outside. I like my neighborhood because I have noticed the circle around my street is roughly a mile, so including the distance to and from my house it would be a mile. So I am going to start there. We'll see how it goes as diets and I don't get along.