When it comes to fitness and nutrition, it’s so easy to fail. I’ve always considered myself above average when it comes to this category. The vast majority of my life has included exercise in some shape or form. I was a high school athlete. I worked out pretty religiously through most of my 20s. I’ve even taken Nutrition classes and am currently enrolled in an exercise physiology course. Not to toot my own horn, but I possess more knowledge about how to stay healthy than the average joe. However, I still find myself surprised by the reading on my scale just about every week. My dropped jaw tends to add a pound or two.
My weight gain is like a slow motion trainwreck. I know when things are going haywire. French fries with lunch and dinner. A chocolate bar as a midday snack. Not one, not two, but three Manhattans after work. I know this is all bad. There was a time in my life when I lived strictly by Paleo Diet rules, and no happy hour or dessert could derail me from my goals. But two important things happened.
I fell in love. I found a supportive partner who loves me unconditionally. 95% of the reason I was working out was to find a relationship. Not sure if you’ve seen the competition in the gay community, but I needed to stay in peak shape if I was going to be successful. But once I got snatched up, I put the weights down.
I also turned 30 and stopped giving a shit about what other people thought. As long as my doctor gave me a clean bill of health, it no longer mattered if I was sitting at a lean and mean 195 pounds or a more robust 210.
Love is great. Not giving a shit about what people think is also pretty great. But the need for healthy eating and consistent exercise is a must. If I lose my commitment to keeping myself in great shape, I can look forward to a host of issues in the future like high cholesterol, heart problems, cancer risk, etc. I want to be 100% healthy whilst giving no fucks and being deep in love.
Don’t get me wrong. I haven’t gone so far in the other direction that I’m unrecognizable. But I know my limits, and I know what steps I need to take to get back on track. The Workout Journals will chronicle my journey back to my goal weight. There’ll be a lot of useful information included with an Uptown Bourgeois spin. Week 1 started on Monday. It’s all about the Paleo Diet, a new gym, and remembering all the things I love and hate about being fit.
Stay tuned to see if I can stave off fries and cupcakes to reclaim my personal fitness crown.