I used to run around all the time so I could eat 8 burritos and then I would go to basketball practice and I would be fine. Also, I was 16. Now, I still have the desire to eat 8 burritos in one sitting but do absolutely nothing to burn it off. And I'm not 16 any more.
In addition to my desire to eat 8 burritos every day of my life, I hate working out. This is something I have learned about myself. I hate to do anything before 7 am, and anything (besides eat and drink and watch ridiculous tv) after 6 pm. This leaves my lunch break. Which is basically like my recess for the day and I am hesitant to give up.
For me, eating goes something like this. I'm good all day long. Healthy breakfast, ok lunch. 3 diet cokes/day. (addiction). Then I get to dinner and I am just ready to feast. Every day on my walk home I tell myself I will eat a normal amount. The amount that a normal human being would eat. And then, an hour and a half later, I'm sprawled across my couch, rubbing my full belly. Poor belly, she doesn't know any better. I equate my love of food to a dysfunctional romantic relationship. I'm good all day. My willpower is strong, and then at night, I give in and am suddenly making passionate love to a tub of pasta and washing it down with 3 glasses of wine.
I love food. I love it. I have recently started cooking more and this is only making the problem worse. I can now make even more things to fatten myself up. It is like Hansel and Gretl except there aren't any children, only a witch (me) and I'm fattening myself up...and I will probably soon trip and fall into my own oven. So it's not like Hansel and Gretl, it's more like The Chubby Old Lady and Her Oven. All this combined with my aversion to working out leaves me wondering if I will someday be 800pounds.
So. I have a new goal. It is to find a physical activity that I actually like. Right now, I'm leaning toward roller-skating. Mostly because I found these:
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