The gym is a hopeful place. Either you’re getting in shape or keeping in shape. Today I saw a kid (If you’re 18, you’re ten years my junior, I think I can call you kid). He had black rimmed glasses so thick they made his eyes pop out, gym shorts tied awkwardly around his chest, and socks that went well past his knees. I saw him as he walked in, his mouth agape as he looked around in wonder. I wager 10 crisp dollars it was the first time he set foot in a gym, and as walked with determination towards the treadmill, I couldn’t help but feel a little hopeful myself.
Eating out is the death of a diet. Even the seemingly healthy options aren’t necessarily healthy. Case in point, considering PF Changs I said to the guy I live with “There’s nothing healthy there” to which he responded “Why yes there is, there’s salad” to which I went to their site and discovered they have nutritional content and people, their salads were MORE FATTENING than the entrees! I’m not saying that all seemingly healthy options are unhealthy, but you’d be surprised. The big healthy logo next to the Turkey Salad might seem like a sound option, but may also have a teeny tiny disclaimer saying “Not including the dressing, nuts, croûtons, and oh yeah, the Turkey” And the bread basket they place before you as you sit there with your stomach growls the National Anthem… its hard to resist! Its quite a dieting conundrum.
Wall charts work. So far. I hung it up right by by bathroom scale on the wall to chart my progress day by day. Its a really motivator to work out and watch what you eat because you really want to chart your progress and you really want it to look like a downhill mountain in the Himalayas and not the flat prairie lands of Kansas. Plus, it reminds you if you had three days of flat lining that it happened three days before and it did go down. Its a good perspective-izer.