Lets just say that I dislike the word “diet”. Diet seems like a fad, rather then a real fix.
My weight is out of control. Ever since I took an office job I have been packing on the pounds. For the first 14 years after graduating high school I worked in various welding shops across southeast Texas. Being on my feet for 8 – 12 hours a day, and doing hard physical labor meant that I could eat just about anything I wanted.
I no longer work in welding shops. Nor I can I eat anything I want.
I guess I got spoiled to eating whatever I wanted and not gaining any weight. That is just how it was until I was in my early 30s.
In my late 30s I feel that my health started to go downhill. Weight started adding up, which was probably promoted through beer consumption.
There are two things I need to do – stop drinking and start eating healthy.
I feel better when I do not drink. As soon as I drink something I feel my blood pressure going up, and I feel bloated the next day.
Eating healthy, I like healthy foods. I will eat all kinds of fruit and I will eat spinach with just about anything. And not canned spinach either, I like the fresh spinach.
Oranges give me mouth sours, even though I love oranges I can not eat them.
For the past few days I have I have swapped a breakfast sandwich for granola and a banana. Changing my breakfast probably saved me 300 calories per day. And the granola and banana contain less fat then the cheese and egg.
Bedtime sank has been a kiwi and cherries.
Hunting season is just 2 and a half months away. I need to get active so I can walk to the deer stand.
All of these problems are one of the things that people have to deal with as they grow older. Why do we gain weight in middle age? Why is our bodies designed to do that? Why cant our eating match our metabolism?
The third and final thing I need to do is get active.
I used to be an active person. When I was living in Bridge City I used to bike 6 – 9 miles and then run another 3 – 4 miles.
Lost my job, had problems finding another job, got divorced, went through a terrible divorce that lasted something like 2 and a half years.
I feel that the divorce pulled me into a long lasting depression.