I gained a lot of weight when I went back to grad school in 2003. I went to classes and worked six days a week. I ate poorly (there were days when all of my meals came out of the vending machines), and I never, ever exercised. I sat on my ass a lot. Then, a couple of years ago, I got to the point where I could barely button the waist on my largest pair of fat pants. I knew that I would either have to go shopping for new clothes, or lose the weight. It seemed a lot easier to go shopping.
I went to the department stores and outlet malls. I went to Ross, Marshalls, and TJ Maxx. It was all very depressing. It seemed like everything that actually fit me was just too ugly to wear. I knew that I could go to the thrift stores and consignment shops, and that might at least be a little more fun, but I was so tired of shopping. I was sick of trying on clothes and looking at myself in the mirror. I knew it was time for the alternative. I called the gym and made an appointment to talk to someone about signing up for a membership.
Today, I’m a lot healthier and a few pounds lighter. It’s still hard for me to go out and exercise, though. I would much rather sit on the couch in front of the TV with a bag of potato chips. But since today was my regular day off and I didn’t have any good excuses, I went out and exercised for an hour. Then I came home and sat on the couch in front of the TV with a bag of potato chips. Er, I mean, with a bag of my knitting.