Diet.

A couple years ago, the perfect storm of weight gain happened to me.  I went from being on my feet working on a ranch 40 hours a week to waiting tables at a very slow Italian restaurant and simultaneously went on birth control and started dating a guy with the metabolism and eating habits of a 12 year old.  Anyway, excuses aside, 30 pounds happened to me.  And apparently wishing off the weight is not as effective as one might imagine.
Over the winter I went through a brief phase of running and exercising, and saw some results, and then some other health nonsense kept me out of the gym.
All of that aside, today is day one of my diet and exercise plan.
On a friend's recommendation, I downloaded the Lose It app to my iPhone, I signed up for a 5K in June and the Beach Dash on Montrose Harbor in July.  I am doing it!

While I have no intention of dedicating this blog to what promises to be a slow and boring path back to being thin-ish, I would like to talk about my first days.

Last night I made two lunches-worth of chicken and brown rice and an apple.  I also hard boiled some eggs, and proceeded to leave them on the counter over night.  So those will get thrown out today and I shall start over with that situation.

It is currently 2:50 in the afternoon, and a couple hours after my sensible lunch of a palm-sized pieced of pan-sauteed chicken and about a half a cup of brown rice and a small green apple, I really have to tell you that I am slowly but surely starving to death at my desk.  I keep slugging down water in hopes that my stomach will be fooled, but alas it is too smart for me!  I just keep peeing!

Also I eat at the absurdly early hour of 11:00 due to the need to keep enough people covering the phones, and so I feel like there is positively no way I will make it to 5:00 without death giving me its cold kiss.

I feel like somewhere, I have read at some point [citation needed] that hunger is fat being burned.  I have also heard that you should never feel hungry because that is your metabolism slowing down.  I do not know which is correct, but if fat being burned is supposed to make me feel sad, then this surely must be it.

And I am supposed to go running tonight.  This is bullshit.  I feel like my body is going to reject this whole process and try to fool me into believing that I am actually happy being chubby.  I must stay strong.