The elliptical

Tonight I finally got off of my ass and got on to the elliptical machine. I've been telling myself (and others, when they ask) that I need to... I do need to. I don't want to be that person. I've never been that person, and I definitely am not about to start now. You know, the person that says "I really should..." "One of these days I'm going to..." "I know doing (insert thing not being done here) would make me (circle one: feel better, have a better relationship, happier, live longer, more successful)..."

We use the crutches we can, whichever ones we can live with. For me, it was the challenge of being vegetarian and trying to restrict my diet to lose those last few pounds. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Vegetarianism (*sigh* OK, I admit it) is kind of hard enough.*

So I stopped trying to juggle both - I believe in my vegetarianism more. I believe it is of the utmost importance, and I will NOT back down on it because it's "too hard." Not going to happen. So, in the trade-off, I backed off "points" and documenting every bite of every type of food.

And I know the truth. The truth is, there's another option. You can count... Or you can work. Counting seemed easier at first, but wasn't working for me. And I've allowed my denial about the alternative.

Enough. No more pretty lies. I'm not that person, damn it.


And, I've earned the right to say, I am *definitely* not that person today. Day 1.



*I do believe that everyone could go largely ("semi") vegetarian, and eat meat only once or maybe twice a week, and be no worse for wear. I believe that everyone should make better decisions about where their food comes from, and (if you elect to remain an omnivore) choose humane sources, and not only support but fight for humane practices. That soap box is for another day.