January 6th, 2012: As suspected (and, of course, hoped) I lost weight. There is a definite relationship between diet and exercise. Diet alone, you’ll certainly lose weight. For me, if I exercise alone, the best I can hope for is to maintain. With diet and exercise (and that has to be cardio), I can see results on the scale. Down 4 lbs. today, 7 total since I started. The hardest part is boredom. Not with food, but with life.
January 6th, 2020 (looking back on 2012): I woke up and was down 4 lbs, now believing there still is a diet God.
But God I was bored. And my hardest problem is boredom. I don’t function well within the walls of boredom.
As the first weekend on the diet – inside the process matrix if you will – got closer, feelings of dread gathered like the storm clouds southwest of my hometown. I stayed in a perpetual state of boredom all week long, and I’m busy all day. This sounds counter-intuitive, kind of like being lonely in a crowd. I worked all day at a job where I never knew what I was supposed to do. I did stuff, but I can’t really remember what is actually was. It paid well, though, and ate up the hours of the day. I like to read and write, so I did that a lot. I have two sons, and I did stuff with them. I piddled around the house. Just an ordinary average guy. An ordinary average fat bastard. Now I had exercise in the evenings too. But still something seemed missing. Was it food? It was not food. How can you miss food? I know what it was, it was that food was my best friend. I could always turn to food, and food rarely let me down. Food always made me feel the way I knew it would. Food was kind of like beer back when I drank. Food was just there when I needed a friend, and now I had told my friend to go away. I was not missing food, I was missing my friend.
