What exactly is a Junk Food Junkie? I am sure we have all been there before, the junk food hoarding crazy person. We might go through brief moments of this, like the well known women who require nothing but chocolate during that one week of the month. What about when the ladies are pregnant and we crave everything?
It could be a cheat day, a cheat week or even years when you really get into it. We just can not put the goodies down. The temptation is too high and now it seems the best thing online is share in all of the fattening foods you can find with everyone you know. There are recipes, mouth-watering pictures and it spreads like internet wildfire. It seems like a junk food junkies best online hit they need to get through the day.
In the past I know I have talked about the amazing junk food cupboard I had for years. You walked into the old kitchen, turned left and hit that first cabinet. I was so lazy I positioned the “Fat Cabinet” at the entryway of the kitchen. How lazy is that? This is the cubbie where you would open the door and things would just fall out of it. Candy bars, chips, cookies – pretty much anything you could think would fit in a double shelve cubbie.
Long have those days passed, for the most part that is. We have a new kitchen now with a nice corner panty unit. All of the normal pantry items go there and some goodies too. I remember the look on a lady at my local grocery store who was surprised when I started to by more healthy things. You know there is a problem when some random person who only kind of knows you is shocked to see you shopping in the produce area.
Looking back I can not believe how much money I spent to make me fat. The stuff is not cheap even if you buy an off-brand and I would much rather spend a little more to get something better for me. I have realized that I won’t live forever but I can decide how I want to live. I don’t have to be picture perfect and I don’t need a model body. The one I have now works great and the only thing I am looking forward to doing now is tone a bit and live a longer life.
After I stopped smoking something just clicked. I don’t want to age more than I should. I don’t want to die early and I hate the idea of shopping all of the time for new (fat) clothes. It is much better when I can fit into my old jeans and not spend a bunch of wasted money.
You know what happens when you get heavier? You shop more because you are constantly changing your shape and size. That shit gets expensive. Right now I have two bags full of things I can no longer wear and I have no problems donating them. Someone else can wear that stuff, I don’t want it. No take-backs either.
This is the first week in the second month of the workouts I am doing and I am pretty sure this afternoon I almost died at least twice. They were not kidding by naming today’s video combustion. If I had to gauge it compared to the last set of videos I am pretty sure they doubled the intensity.
I really hope I make it through this week and I am sure I will but it will be challenging. If it were easy everyone would do it. I am set on an eight week challenge, so why complain about it? My choice to do it and it will be my tenacity that gets me through the hurdles. Here is the line-up for Month 2 of the videos. Who else is out there doing these or something similar?
Monday Stronger: Combustion (34 minutes)
Tuesday Stronger: Steel (38 minutes)
Wednesday Stronger: Warrior (35 minutes)
Thursday Stronger: Reload (40 minutes)
Friday Stronger: Explosion (31 minutes)
Saturday Stronger: Warrior (35 minutes)
My problem is that I refuse to buy new clothes when I get fat, because I always figure I am going to lose that weight eventually. So, for a while I go around looking like a sack of potatoes until I eventually break down and buy new clothes.
Get motivated and lose what you don’t need. Think of it this way, do you really need it? I was told by others that I “carry it well”, who gives a shit how I carry it? I don’t want it is the point.
Do you know potatoes are the reason why I keep working out the way I do? I love starch, while I was growing up I am pretty sure my mother thought I lived off of starches. That was my food group (all of them).
I hate shopping. People get in my way, or I can not find the right size and I am too annoyed to go into a fitting room. My body is weird, things fit in certain areas and not all of them. Sometimes I get in the mood and I will buy a few things but it is rare. As rare as a unicorn shooting rainbows out of it’s ass. That is how much I despise shopping for myself.