I'm an emotional eater. I also just love to eat. Anything. I eat when I'm happy. I eat when I'm sad. I stress eat, pissed off, or upset. There is no worse time than when I stress eat. Nothing is satiating. Nothing tastes good, yet I can't stop eating.
I'm fat now. Not fat. I honestly don't think I can get fat. I just have a rather unpleasant gut, which is my basic family build. I don't like it. I don't like it at all.
My workout routine has become increasingly, unbearably grueling and I'm sore just about everyday. How in the world p90x can get boring is beyond me, but at least this new regimen is pretty awesome so far. I'm not losing weight. As a matter of fact I'm gaining weight, but hopefully it's not the bad kind. Whatever.
I refuse to diet or change what and how I eat. According to a book I've read (yes I've read a book), if you do everything right, eat all the right foods, exercise, and do everything physically correct for yourself, you only live about 2 weeks longer on average. I say, "Fuck that." I'm just going to enjoy what I'm going to eat and figure out how I'm going to burn it off later. Life's too short to cut things out of your life. So I'll just continue this love/hate relationship with food and myself and cook and eat what I like. So I say, "Fuck you food and fuck you mirror! I'll be seeing you both later!"
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