August of last year, I began working a second job. In hindsight, it was probably the best and worst decision I’ve made to date, but that’s not the focus here. I went from having abundant time to cook with not enough money to having more than enough money to make the things I wanted, just not the time. Takeout became a staple for me. I would either grab something cheap from the buffet next door, or I’d wait until after work and pick up whatever I could get my hands on. Whether or not I wanted to admit it, I began to put on weight. At the end of the first month, I signed up for the gym that was next door to the shop. In honesty, I didn’t even mean to sign up for the gym, I just meandered in to waste some time before my shift and ended up talking to the owner of the place. I was already going jogging in the mornings before my shift at the shop, why would I want to pay to workout? But, by the end of that night, I was signed up for the gym. The first thing I did my first gym visit was to weigh myself. I’d gotten up to 196 lbs. This was horrible. I knew from the tight waistband of my jeans among other tells that I’d put on weight, but 15 pounds? It was horrible. I felt horrible about my weight and began to do something about it. In addition to going running in the morning, I tried to supplement it with the gym membership, but I really only went a handful of times that first month, and each of those visits was only an hour. I didn’t want to burn myself out, but I was so exhausted after work that first month that I didn’t want to go to the gym. Continue reading
I’m going to skip apologising for not writing and get straight to it.
From this point, I’m going to be writing to reflect the changes that have been made in the last nine months.
I’ll elaborate in the next post, but for now, let’s call it project fit foodie.
Until next time-