Today I would like to say farewell to a good friend of mine. This friend has been with me, well, since I was born. Over the years we have grown apart, and now I feel like our relationship is almost non-existent.
No, I'm not talking about Regis.
I'm talking about my metabolism.
It dropped when I hit eighteen, and then again during my early twenties. Don't worry, the loneliness caused by the separation has been filled by a few pounds. Not hundreds of pounds but more than I'd care to hang out with on a daily basis.
Last week I busted out my old whiteboard that I used to use for this very purpose: tracking exercise and weight loss. I made a very pretty (okay, very squiggly) diagram for both of us on there so we can track the amount of working out that we do each week. At the end of the week, we erase it, put the pounds we have gained/lost in the allotted square and begin tracking the amount of exercise for the next week.
The exercise of choice?
Stop scoffing at me. It's hard. And, if you don't use it for awhile the animated Wii board mocks you. Kind of like an abusive relationship. It makes you feel bad until you eventually change your habits so that you can please it.
Last week I lost 0.4 pounds. Whatever, at least it's negative. But in reality, I only worked out a couple of times that week so I basically stayed the same. I promise I won't start posting "weight loss" pictures on here, because I think those are annoying. Besides, my beauty is so great that I don't want to be bothered by those pesky modeling agencies.
What I will periodically do, however, is make you listen to me talk about this subject. And tell you if I've lost weight. If I've gained weight, I'll just post about someone else's cats instead.