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My Life Thus Far
2006-02-13 08:26:40 (UTC)

7 Habits and Other Random Thoughts

7 HABITS OF HIGHLY EFFECTIVE DIETERS

1. Keep trying
2. Weigh yourself often
3. Keep track of how much, when and why you eat
4. Follow a low-fat, high (good) carb diet
5. Schedule exercise; 1 hour/day most days of the week
6. Add bits of activity into your day (take the stairs)
7. Eat five small meals a day

I got this from a show called Fat Chance I saw on CNN. I
didn't make it up. The show's premise revolved around
following these 3 people around, who at one point where
all obese and just decided they didn't want to be fat
anymore. Now, 5 years later, they are maintaining that
weight loss and sharing how they are doing it. According
to CNN's research, these are the 7 habits that the people
they interviewed and other's who have lost 30 pounds or
more of weight and kept it off (for 5 years or more) all
have in common. I'm pleased that I've already implemented
all 7 of these habits into my lifestyle, even at the risk
of being considered radical. Seeing that program (which
was very lucky, considering I don't usually watch CNN)
gave me something to look forward to, because when I
finally reach my goal weight (which I'm thinking will be
130) I'll already possess the tools needed to sustain my
massive 90 pound weight loss. I'm not going to put the
cart before the horse, though. I must remember that I'm
still only at 62 pounds lost. I've got a long road ahead
of me.

Have you ever felt restless? Like, you're never satisfied
with what you have or what you're doing? Nothing makes you
fulfilled and content? You're constantly reaching for that
untouchable brass ring? Well, that's kind of what I'm
feeling now. I wanted so much to start my stupid extern. I
wanted so much to get out of the house, do something
productive, now all I want to do is finish so I can go
back to doing nothing. Why am I so unsettled? It's like
I'm on a constant quest, trying to find my "calling", yet
it illudes me. I don't know what I want, honestly. The
only thing I know for sure, is that I still want to have
some measure of freedom. I don't like HAVING to be
somewhere every day at a certain time, but I like having
somewhere to go every day. Does that make sense? Maybe
I'll just join an aerobics class or something. Snookums
wants me to stay home, anyway. I'll find something that
will satisfy us both.

I don't know why I'm even awake right now. It's 12:25am, I
have to be up in 5 1/2 hours and I really should be
getting to bed, but I don't feel good. Even after taking
the big G-word pill and a Vicodin, I'm still not feeling
great. I don't feel centered. Healthy. Balanced. I feel
ill, hot and nauseous. Not to mention the discomfort of
menstration. I'm just all messed up. I miss Snookums, too.
I miss him holding me and I need him to tell me everything
is going to be alright. Soon enough. He'll be home
technically tomorrow (since it's after midnight) but, it
feels so far away, still. I'm such a dork. He's been gone
for 14 days and I start missing him on the 13th. I'm going
to bed now. Ciao.




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