Hello, my name is Dorian, and I am an over-eater.

The first step is acceptance, isn't it? 


This weekend was a hard one in terms of food choices and over-indulgence.  No, wait, let's just call it what is is:  GLUTTONY.  I am a glutton.  I want too much food.  I don't know why, I just know that I do.

Okay, time to don your priestly vestments, because its confession time...

Every single meal this weekend was eaten out.  Every single one.  And for some reason I usually see eating out as a time of celebration.  Instead of making the best and healthiest decisions I could have made, I decided to settle for what was convenient and cheese-smothered.

Saturday breakfast: 2 bacon burritos from Sonic
Saturday lunch: (this is my only shining moment of an attempt to eat healthy) part of a sub sandwich and fruit
Saturday dinner: Breadeaux's pizza and cheese sticks
Sunday brunch: Sweet Tomatoes (soup/salad buffet with too many baked yummies)
Sunday dinner: Jose Pepper's cheese-covered chicken burrito

Uggh....my poor colon is going to be blocked for days after all that cheese and lack of veggies.

You know, eating crappy, fat-laden food is one thing.  But eating way too much of it is quite another.
I don't know why it is that I can't seem to stop when I'm full.  I feel like I have to be stuffed when I'm eating something "naughty" like pizza or Mexican food.  I nearly waddled home the other night after practically forcing myself to eat chips and salsa along with my cheese-injected burrito.  What is wrong with me?!?

The problem, in part, had to do with my utter lack of exercise this past weekend.  My schedule got changed unexpectedly on both Friday night and Saturday morning, and I was unable to hit the gym either day.  By Sunday, I was so lazy, that I cited 'spending time with my husband' as my reason for not getting out to 24 Hour Fitness in the morning while I had a couple of free hours.  I feel like a lazy, bloated schmuk.

And why is it that when life starts becoming all unpredictable, it just keeps on coming?
The dryer died on us, so instead of heading to the gym last night and alleviating my lethargy, I had to take 6 loads of wet laundry to the laundromat to dry.  When I got home at 10 last night, I wasn't going back out for anything!  So, in all, that was 4 days of non exercise.

As much as I hate, hate, HATE exercise, not doing it is worse than doing it. 
Today I went back and it was SO HARD!  Forgetting my ipod's earphones wasn't helping things either, but the worst part was how difficult it was to get back into the groove.  I was so wiped after just 10 minutes on the elliptical.  I pushed on through though, mostly as a punishment to remind myself of how hard it was and to NOT DO IT AGAIN!!  I simply couldn't do all the weights that I was used to.  And the saddest part was that I had to lower the weight on the biceps curl.  Sigh....

So I guess it's true that if you don't use it, you lose it.

Alright, did anyone see that wagon pass by here?  I'm ready to get back on!