Ok so day one I talked about how I don't want to get hooked up into a relationship, and Day two I talked about how much I hate geek girls, so today I'm going to get away from love and women and talk about something a little closer to home, being overweight.
Believe it or not, I am comfortable with my weight, and I'm starting to get a little angry at certain individuals in my life who aren't comfortable with the way I look and continually saying that I'm disgustingly fat. I'm not saying of course that I don't want to lose weight, but it is rather hard to do because of two reasons, one I'm lazy, and two, I love food too much. The laziness is of course due to my job, which is so fucking mundane and boring that the last thing I want to do when I come home is anything revolving "work" or something that I don't want to do.
But the worst part is food. My happiness is tied to the food that I eat. During the last lent I not only gave up pop but went on a diet. I was super depressed for those 40 days, and at the time, I couldn't figure out why. The day after lent, I went to Pizza Pizza, got myself a pepperoni pizza and a pop, and I was so happy and excited. At that moment I knew that I live to eat, not eat to live. I'm ok with that, it proves that if I was a fantasy character, I would be a hobbit, and having a life revolving around food, alcohol and gardening is a good life by me, plus I already got some pretty hairy feet.
That being said, I do plan to get in better shape, my endurance has gone out the window, so I plan to get that back with at least a weekly hike and maybe a daily walk around the block.