Every once in a while, I like to change things up from my usual love of pizza, beer, cheese, cake, some sort of meat concoction, and more beer and go healthy on everyone’s ass.
Call it a cleanse, a guilty conscience, a desire to want to live a longer healthier life, or just become more aware of one’s body. Fact is: You eat good, you feel good. And when you feel good, you look good.
While physical fitness is important, it all truly starts from within.
And unfortunately, it can’t be done from a case of Bud Light and $5 large pepperoni.
Stress. It’s something most of us know all too well.
Between work, studies, hobbies, relationships, bills, some kind of social life, money–how can you not feel it at some point or another?
While some may be able to control it with the grace of Princess Diana, others, including myself, can become a nightmare to be around.
You’re tired, moody, your thoughts feel ready to combust out of your brain, you eat everything that is bad for you
because you cried at work, nothing starts to make sense and everyone just about irritates you. Unless it’s something that contains a high alcohol content.
And when begin to vent your frustrations of stress, there are some people who usually respond by “Why don’t you take a vacation? Go out of town and hit a beach somewhere?”
Vacation is not always an option when you’re first class on the Struggle Bus.
So that’s when other alternatives must come in.
So far this entire summer when it comes to Health & Fitness, I’ve been acting nothing short of a Summer-headed Ninnymuggins.
Birthdays, barbecues, pool days, holidays….how could one not?!
But now, summer is winding down and I can proudly say that I’m back on track.
Coming from almost two months solid of grease and boozery, jumping back into things that are actually good for you feels like foreign territory.
Healthy eating has ALWAYS been a struggle for me. But when I do good, I do good.
Helllooooo delicious shrimp and crab meat salad.
So the last time I sat down and talked health and fitness, I’d admitted I fell off the wagon. In attempt to get my life back on the greener side of the tracks, I threw out all of my junk food and drinks, and even gave up alcohol.
Then…..my birthday month of June rolled around.
I’ve basically been drunk for 30 days straight and haven’t thought about excercise unless it involved a good twerk in to a 2chainz record.
I lived it up like it was 1986 again when I first graced this world with my hot mess presence and I’m sorry that I’m not sorry.
Now that July is here, the party is coming to an end.
Between the majority of spaghetti, enchiladas, pizza, boozery and no exercise (unless you count being on the go) I think it’s safe to say I’ve fallen off.
WHERE THE HELL DID MY SIDE OF VEGETABLES GO??!! My mini workouts?! Even my protein shakes?!
I think like most people who try and get a little healthy with it can all agree and notice a difference that when all you eat/drink is shit, all you feel like is shit. Even if it’s just taking a few vitamins, juicing, adding some broccolli, a quick run–when you go from suddenly not doing it anymore you find yourself going from feeling like this:
It’s time to get back on the wagon.