Thrashbear (thrashbear) wrote in healthandfitfur,
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Food

It's been just over two years since my last serious workout.

From spring 2003 to September 2006 I embarked on an effort to get healthy.  I chose to explore the amateur bodybuilding realm, taking some supplements, eating the right foods, doing the right exercises.  This post is a quick notation of what I've realized to be my biggest weakness:  food.

In recognizing that up to 75% of a bodybuilder's success revolves around their diet, I made an effort to follow that principle by altering my eating habits.  For the last year of my journey, I behaved quite admirably with my diet.  While I LOVED Mcdonald's, pizza, sodas, sweets, etc, my willpower got more of a workout than my body did.  After a while it got easier, and I passed by a Mickey D's every day for three months without even stepping inside.  I sought out substitutes for the foods I loved, not always finding that which I wanted (a cucumber doesn't make for a candy bar).  I literally made myself sick with those protein shakes, and mixed creatine with my liquid breakfast. 

I hung up the barbells in September 2005 when my then-girlfriend said I'd become an "asshole" since I started this regimen.  Looking back, perhaps she was right.  But what she calls "asshole", I call "confidence"; but that's a post for another time.

Upon reflection, I've come to realize that I derive a far greater sense of satisfaction from food than I do from working out.  It just so happens that the vast majority of the foods I enjoy most, are horribly bad for me.  I don't consider myself a "foodie" by any stretch of the imagination, I just simply enjoy what I enjoy.   Recently I've noticed a real joy from eating, the taste and sensations I get from some foods are almost intoxicating.  I never got this much joy from a workout...ever.   If I have to make a choice between the food or the fitness, in terms of quality of life, the food comes out the champion.

With that said, I am fortunate that for the most part, I am still relatively active and decent looking, and can probably trim up again in a few months if I put my mind and soul into it.   There is a bit of a pear shape going on around my midriff, and my pecs aren't as stout as they used to be.  My stamina isn't quite up to par, either.  I know I pay a price for my joy of food, and one of those prices could very well be a sense of being "weighted down" and not in the good way. 

Every so often I get a mild desire to get fit again, but the old fire just isn't there anymore.  Two years ago I got satisfaction from seeing the results of my hard work and sacrifice in the mirror.  Today that is but a shadow of the satisfaction I get from nomming a pizza or double cheeseburger (or ice cream or shake or candy bar etcetc).

If anyone has any advice to help me overcome this mountain, where I can still enjoy good food AND get trim again (most of it has to come from deep inside me, I know), then I'm alll ears.
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