I had three vodka tonics with sugary cranberry juice before bed, just like most personal trainers will recommend for those trying to lose weight and control their diabetes.
I feel no guilt. If I can’t have a little vodka here and there during this process, I don’t want any part of it. Health is great, but, fuck, let’s be reasonable. In my life, I have given up hard drugs, binge drinking, smoking, coffee, meat, animal products, and now, sugar. Fuck off if you think I’m giving up a small buzz here and there. That’s just too much to ask.
I still did my walk, though somewhat shorter, a little less than 2 miles. I had to cut it short, because I had to shit so bad that I barely made it home before my ass exploded. Very unpleasant. I know that’s more information than you needed, but this is what happens when one starts exercising after some time off.
No one talks about this, but it happens. Get yourself moving and sooner or later, you’re going to have to shit. You might be a couple of miles away from your toilet, but your body does not care. I did not shit myself yesterday, but I have in the past. I’m sure I’m not the only one.
Getting healthy is not glamorous. So be nice to those people you see out walking or jogging — not the skinny-ass fucks in the perfectly snug-fitting outfits and fancy sneakers, but the people who clearly are just starting. We have a look, and you know who we are right away. Be nice. Not only are we just starting to get healthy, we’re also possibly just trying not to shit ourselves along the way.
This is part of a series of posts, some better than others, tracking my efforts to better my health and financial situation, an effort dominating the next six months of my life. It started here.