I am the Walrus, coo coo catchu.

So, it is almost the middle of February, and I have finally begun the whiplash-enducing effort of starting (and sticking to) an exercise routine. I purposefully didn't start my new workout regime in the New Year for a few reasons.
1. I was in Kenya during New Years, and people don't really "run for fun" in Kenya. They mostly run for survival.
2. New Years resolutions are doomed from the start anyway. People make them under the influence of too much champagne, guilty feelings spawned by too much time spent with family members over the holidays, and the goal-inspiring dust of sugar plum fairies.

One of my "resolutions" for the year is to get in shape. Original, huh?

I enlisted the help of my neighbor Morgan, since history would show you that unless I have someone holding me accountable to something, I will never, ever follow through. Ever. So I roped Morgan in to be my walking buddy, and every day we walk the neighborhood, our 4 dogs in tow, gabbing about our days like a bunch of "The Hills" rejects. It's all very interesting to us, but probably not very interesting to anyone else at all.

Now, turns out I really enjoy working out, walking, etc. I always feel better afterward, and I can tell it helps me deal with stress. Getting my butt moving isn't the difficult part.

The difficult part is fighting the enemy...food.

To be more specific, not food as a whole, but my bad eating habits regarding food.

I pretty much eat all the time, always, and excitedly at that. I love food. I love the bad kind of food, mostly. Creamy things. Starchy bits. Sweet nibbles. Bring on the carbs while you're at it.

So my goal is really to change my eating habits, in addition to getting into a less squishy shape and into a more solid shape. My winter layer of fat was useful for my hibernation period, but I'm ready to be free of it.

This will probably be the last blog I post on this topic. Hearing other people talk about their own weight loss is boring...I am aware. In fact, if you have stuck with this blog for this long, then give yourself a gold star for the day--you gave your attention span a good work out.

Promising next blog will be less fat, more fab!

- Cellulite and Tell You Right,
Andy