Eating out + no exercise = disaster (Excuses, excuses!)

The past few months I’ve been avoiding eating out, especially in fast food joints. Occasional bites of that langhap sarap Jollibee is forgiveable, but I noticed I’ve been out so many times the past two weeks which I think explains the excess weight. Last Sunday, I went to this Health Kiosk again in Mercury Drug (another branch, and not the regular one I go to). I registered at 179! I used to be 172 (about a month and a half ago), so what happened? How did it come to this?

I stopped exercising I think more than two weeks ago. At first it was the late nights, then later it was the coughs. Maybe my flu shot just elapsed and all of a sudden, I’m dealing with coughs. Fatigue exacerbates the coughing so I stopped doing the treadmills and jumping.

Compounding this inactivity is the frequent binges in diners, fast foods, and even workshops. Work is good for me because it keeps me up and about. But on the downside, I lose the time for cooking my own food. The past two weeks, I’ve devoured rice equivalent of my 6-months intake. I hardly eat rice, maybe an average of one cup a month. Ok, two. With my current intake alone, I can bust a glucometer! I’m talking in exagerrations. Maybe because I’m upset. It’s not just the weight, nor the sugar, but it’s the overall feeling that I’m failing myself all over again. I know that I should lose the weight, keep my sugar down, that I shouldn’t fail people who are with me on this fight, but believe me, it’s just so easy to give up.

As I write this, I’m contemplating whether to get on the treadmill or at least do the 200 jumps tonight. There’s always an excuse– the coughs, the fatigue. But I have to re-start somewhere, and now I don’t care when, but I know I have to make it happen. I just have to pick myself up from where I landed. This space, as God, is my witness. And that promise is etched in stone.