I had a crazy dream that I weighed less than a thousandth of a gram. I was like, 0mg!
Losing weight is such a challenge. Most of us know that. I find it horrible and fulfilling at the same time. It’s not just dieting, it’s also working out.
I know many people love it, but I’m not one of them. My wife is. She’s amazing. She runs, cross trains and almost never misses. And all of this with a hip replacement.
For me to do the same thing, I would need a brain transplant. I just can’t seem to get motivated. We once did the Body for Life program together. Turned out it was body for 12 weeks.
It’s not like the first workout that is bad. It’s the workouts afterwards that makes it crazy. It hurts! I don’t like pain. I avoid it completely. I’ve had too many surgeries and my share of pain.
Why would I intentionally inflict more? I won’t. Now, I can’t. I’m very sick with a neurologic disorder that prevents me from doing much of anything.
Walks alone, lifting anything heavy, pretty much anything that requires physical activity. So, I diet to keep my girlish figure. Even though I don’t like it very much, it’s better than working out.
My vitals are great. I know that from all of the paramedic visits. So, why work out? I sort of exercise vicariously through my friends. Much better. They feel the burn, not me.
It’s been my experience that people get addicted to exercise. I am addicted to no exercise. None. I do lift a coffee cup many times per day. That appears to be enough.
I weight much less than I did in high school, so I think I’m doing pretty well. I take medication to prevent blackouts caused by seizures, so maybe that’s why I eat very little. I just don’t get hungry very often.
Prior to that, I ate a lot of cheese burgers. I mean lots. I used to grocery shop through the drive through. I also used to grab a hot dog or two at the gas station. Not just me. The next time you’re at a gas station / convenience store, watch how many married men walk out with junk food. They can’t eat it at home.