I fell off the wagon around the time of the California wild fires. It was hard for me to take my afternoon constitutional when I couldn't breathe the air outside. Then it was the holidays, and well everything just went to hell in a hand basket then. After that? I just got lazy (this is not a huge stretch for me), and my eating habits, which are unhealthy on a good day, got downright atrocious. All too typically, all of this bad behavior started catching up with me. I have a gastrointestinal condition that when I'm exercising, drinking plenty of water and eating marginally healthy is very easy to control. When I'm not doing any of those things? I don't feel so hot. Of course did I take any of this as a sign? Heck no! And I kept chugging on, being the naughty little monkey that I am.
Until Sunday morning when I woke up around 2AM with Acid Reflux From Hell.
When I was eating better, drinking water and staying away from naughty, oh-so-delicious foods my GI issues were a lot better and I didn't have one, not one, case of acid reflux. But Sunday morning at 2AM, I found my breaking point. Time to go back to eating food with all the flavor of sawdust (OK, I might be exaggerating that) and get back on my walking routine (1+ miles, 5+ times a week).
This personal responsibility stuff is for the birds. And with all the great scientific minds out there, how come no one has found a way for me to lose 20+ pounds while sitting on my
Today is the first day of the end of my life. So far I've gone for my one mile walk, eaten fruit and veggies. Gah! Ok, so I did have a cupcake today because it's my coworker's birthday. But I only had one cupcake and not the 2 (or 3) that I actually wanted. Seriously, lacking all impulse control when it comes to food really is trying sometimes. Where's a magic bullet when you need one?