I've lost about 5 pounds in the last month and a half, primarily from changing how I eat, but also because of a total change of lifestyle. 5 pounds isn't much, and it's not like I needed to lose the weight, but I feel better, and I think I might look a little better. Still have a bit of a gut which I have no idea how to get rid of.
Used to be I'd sit down and eat a large meal with roommates, while we watch an hour or so of TV. Nowadays, I still end up watching an hour of TV, but I eat a lot less. I dunno if it's the different social situation, or because I'm just not making very large meals or what... but so far, so good.
I've started taking the bus -- saves me a ton in parking fees -- which means I'm walking about 2 miles a day. Not even enough to matter, but it's hard to know what would be good. I can't show up to work dripping with sweat, and there's really no way to extend the walk much, since the bus stop is the last stop before downtown. It's pretty unlikely that once I'm home I'll be too interested in going back out again, wandering without a destination. I guess I'm too addicted to my online lifestyle -- even the Treo doesn't always satisfy that.
Shit, I don't know if this is what is supposed to go in these journals. I don't have any scintillating news about relationships or women, otherwise. Guess this is probably a "desperate plea" of some sort, heh. Or, maybe it's just a braindump.
Used to be I'd sit down and eat a large meal with roommates, while we watch an hour or so of TV. Nowadays, I still end up watching an hour of TV, but I eat a lot less. I dunno if it's the different social situation, or because I'm just not making very large meals or what... but so far, so good.
I've started taking the bus -- saves me a ton in parking fees -- which means I'm walking about 2 miles a day. Not even enough to matter, but it's hard to know what would be good. I can't show up to work dripping with sweat, and there's really no way to extend the walk much, since the bus stop is the last stop before downtown. It's pretty unlikely that once I'm home I'll be too interested in going back out again, wandering without a destination. I guess I'm too addicted to my online lifestyle -- even the Treo doesn't always satisfy that.
Shit, I don't know if this is what is supposed to go in these journals. I don't have any scintillating news about relationships or women, otherwise. Guess this is probably a "desperate plea" of some sort, heh. Or, maybe it's just a braindump.