This morning when I weighed myself, I didn’t like the number that came back. 186.5lbs. What the FUCK happened…?!

I’ll tell you what happened. I got LAZY.

Over the last few months, I have been eating like crap, been lazing about and not doing much in the way of exercise (sure, the CN Tower climb and camping are something, but still), and this needs to change. I rode the bike to work today, and even the 5.4km ride that I used to be able to do in my sleep left me winded. This ain’t cool… especially with the Becel Heart&Stroke Ride for Heart coming up. I’ve been looking forward to doing this for years, and finally got around to signing up, so I refuse to let myself and others down by not being in shape to pull it off!

Beer, I love ya, and we have great times, but I need to reduce the amount of times we hang out. That goes for you too, Chinese food. I’m sorry to say that this also includes you pub food, and also you too, pizza. Don’t worry, we’ll all hang out again soon, but in moderation for sure. Too much of a good thing can be bad for you, and in my case, I’ve got the gut to prove it. Oh yeah, freezies and popsicles, you’re on that list too.

My question is this:

Why does almost everything that tastes good have to be so bad for you?

Frak.