pasithea

Too long has Lord Fatbelly ruled these lands. Our people are suffering, pasty and weak, full of self-loathing and despair. Many times our knights have rode against him and yet still he persists. The time has come, his reign must end. Though it be the blackest of the black arts and most accursed of all things, tonight, we must strike. Tonight... We JOG!

*cry* I'm already hating this and I'm not even doing it yet. But damnit. For time to calorie consumption, it's the best ratio. That or swim as hard and fast as I can, and I have been doing that and need to give those muscles a little rest.

Never let yourself gain weight. Taking it off sucks big huge flaming donkey cocks. Maybe it's just miserable to me because I'm doing the brute force exercise method instead of say starving myself. It's funny, rather than being hungry all the time, I have to exert will-power TO eat because I'd rather lose weight than eat stuff, but I'd also rather do it the right way.

I don't feel hungry or anything. I just find exercise dull and repetitive. It's like highschool. Only 12 more pounds to go though. I'm already past the halfway point, but the second half will take exponentially longer, I'm afraid. Even if I keep pushing up my activity level. I suppose the other danger for me is I've already thought repeatedly, 'Hmm... I wonder how 140 or even 130 would look...' That's probably not healthy. But first thing's first. Get to 150 and see how things look.