Before Kate, I wanted to lose weight to have someone hot to date. After dating and then marrying Kate, it appears that not all hot girls and guys need someone thin in return. Ever since falling madly in love, the drive for weight loss has diminished. It feels shocking, but Kate loves me just as I am. So, why lose weight?
My thighs are competing for the finish line, one big mass fighting for space against the other. There is too much fat for them to co-exist peacefully, so my legs are constantly warring between themselves. My body is lethargic and I have a constant ache in the small of my back. Most of all, I am unhappy with how my body looks and feels. Yet, all of this doesn’t motivate me to eat healthily.
But today it struck me, eating unhealthy makes me unhappy. I am good at making choices that make me happy, except around food. That instantaneous relief floods over me, and my regret at my weight doesn’t seem to correlate with catharsis eating. But I don’t want to be unhappy, and that’s what unhealthy eating compels me towards.
I feel like I have a new motivational tool against binge eating (all I did this weekend), a reason why I should put down the carb and pick up a book. All too often I don’t have a compelling reason to be healthier, but my happiness is a priority, and I want to be a happier person.
This analysis is brought to you by this week’s gain:
Week’s weight loss: +.4
Total weight loss: -.2