24 April 2008 @ 12:36 pm
Diet, Exercise, etc.  
I'm going to start using my LJ in a new-to-me way: as an exercise & diet diary. I plan on recording my thoughts, struggles, victories, defeats, books I've read, etc. about food & eating, exercising, and my battle to get fit. And then STAY fit.

This has nothing to do with the usual content of my LJ and I suspect it will contain little interesting content so my current plan is to take it all private. However, others on my f-list may be cutting a similar path and find that having a place to talk about it might be useful.

If you suspect you might want to read, think about, or discuss these sorts of issues, please comment here. If there's interest, rather than making my entries private I'll f-lock them and make a special filter for those who want to wade through it all.

This is going to be mostly navel-gazing, so consider yourself fairly warned.
 
 
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Mish[identity profile] hsapiens.livejournal.com on April 25th, 2008 01:46 am (UTC)
I can't have food in the house that I have to wait to eat. Whatever makes someone able to resist temptation? I just don't got it. I win only when I deny the battle. I make the Better Half hide cookies and the like that he brings home.
superbadgirl: curious george ether[personal profile] superbadgirl on April 25th, 2008 06:12 am (UTC)
I bought the Cheez Its and then decided I was tired of looking like a marshmallow.

Current justification for eating them: I have to get rid of them fast. (Shush, I cannot simply throw them away. People who grew up po' and on government handouts don't throw food way until it's really, for certain spoiled. And, shush, I could not have taken them to work and foisted them on coworkers, because, er, the box is too bulky to fit in my bag. Yeah.)

Mish[identity profile] hsapiens.livejournal.com on April 25th, 2008 04:15 pm (UTC)
It's hard to throw food out, I know. I've done it and lived with supreme guilt. This time I'm lucky because there wasn't anything *too* horrible in the house to start with. (The girl scout cookies have been, I think, polished off by the Better Half. I hope.)