Yesterday, I did not mean to eat a mini guava pastry, cupcake and a cup of weird-tasting soda, but I did, because it was there and I was there.
I was at Channel 9 logging football scores. As the night grew longer and the scores began to trickle and then pour in, I could feel my shoulders growing tighter and tighter and my breaths becoming shorter and shorter.
Don’t get me wrong, it was exhilarating. I felt like Mr. Universe:
After the last score was in, I finally took a deep breath. I laid myself down on the ground (no one blinked an eye) and felt my back and shoulders crack in three places.
The web manager asked me something and I shot up like a cartoon character. I did feel a little silly lying on the floor.
After I got home and in bed, I let my torso hang over the side of my bed to let gravity do its thing. I did a few sit-ups. I may have even cried a little.
I wanted a bowl of ice cream, but went to sleep instead.
This morning when I got out of the shower I looked in the mirror and thought, Damn, I look good. I can’t lose this.
Of course, on closer inspection I thought I can lose this and this and this, but you know what I mean.
That’s just one day. What if I had a shift like that every day? What if I wanted a bowl of ice cream every day?
What happens when I leave college? I need a plan.
I used to think it was difficult to keep the weight off in college, but UCF is probably the only reason I still fit into most of the same clothes. God bless it for being as sprawling as the city in which it resides.
I can’t afford to tell myself I’ll get healthy when I graduate. This is probably the healthiest I’ll ever be in my life unless I take steps to ensure it remains that way (or gets better) for the duration of my career.
Here is the beginning of a plan:
- bring my own food
- resist food that I did not myself bring to work
- resist pressure, real or imagined, to eat work goodies
- bring a ton of water and chug away
- arrive early and walk around Lake Eola before my shift
God willing, it works. I like being slender, but I will jeopardize it because I like journalism more.
Here’s to having both.