100 Days

I’d say today was pretty good. Though I am too lazy to do the food journal. I know, I know. I need to get back into the habit of doing that.

In some ways, I still fear I am self-destructing. I can’t seem to make it a day without Subway and the same goes for diet pop and one helping of too many calories from something in the house.

Right now I am a man without urgency. Even my workout today had no urgency. I decided early on that I would just lift today, along with a quick elliptical warmup. I got my 10 minutes in on the elliptical, but got distracted three times during lifting and left without doing shoulders. Yes, I know that one day missing shoulders isn’t the end of the world, but shouldn’t I be taking workouts more seriously?

But on the bright side, I did get back to the gym for the third day in a row. Wednesday will be a hard elliptical day and then back to lifting Thursday and, hopefully, more elliptical Friday. I would be pretty fucking stoked if I made it to the gym six days this week. I guess that would show some commitment.

Still, working out is kind of becoming a burden. I want the results of cardio and lifting, but I don’t really want to do it. It feels almost like high school football practice. You always dread it during the day, don’t really wanna go. But you go anyway because you know you have to or you won’t be on the team (in this case, being on the team means looking good). But while you are there, you are always wondering how long is left before you can go home.

Sometimes I look at the overly ripped guys at the gym and wonder what their mindset is. Certainly few, if any, of these guys are lifting for any practical reason. It’s not like this is the western capital of the body building world or anything. They don’t have any seasons to get ready for. Basically, as far as I can tell, these guys just want to be ripped. So do they look forward to working out every day? Is it fun for them to isolate certain areas of the body? Do they get sort of a natural high from working out? Do they go home and beat off while rubbing their triceps?

I’m sure they do. But I have to believe that somewhere there is a muscular guy who doesn’t like working out all that much.

But you know what? it has to be done, so I do it. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate it. Actually a lot of it is used as social time. With a town this small, you are guaranteed to see at least one person you know every time you leave the house. And, since the gym is built into the community college basketball arena, I know pretty much everyone there. I think they might even like me a little bit. So that’s good. Also, with the community college setup (the coaching offices are literally right next to the leg press machine) working out is good for my job, too. I have gotten a few scoops while ellipticising.

But my main problem right now isn’t the will to work out. It’s the will to go shopping. I have become scared of the grocery bills, which can easily top $70 for about a week and a half of food. See, my convoluted logic tells me that I would rather spend more money over the long haul, but in smaller doses (i.e. Subway) than spend a big chunk of cash all at once. Anyone else think I should rectify that line of thinking? I need to go grocery shopping in the worst way. I think part of the current eating problems I am facing is that there are no options in the house. Obviously, that must change.

Alright, that’s about it for today. Just a note, the Blog Critics people finally got fed up with my shit and told me to reduce my postings to them to once a week. That will probably cut out a few thousand daily readers from this blog. But then, I am the guy that pushed a 100 day experiment into a 124 day marathon with no end in sight. So I should have seen that coming.

But that means that I will need more comments from the site in order to make me feel good about myself. So come on, be an enabler.