Diminishing the influence of food on my life.
I don't like eating a lot, and I'm glad to say I've almost succeeded in changing opinions others have formed that I eat a lot voluntarily. As much as I sometimes admit to eating a lot or even say that I eat a lot for no reason at all, but that's when I really stuff myself to the max. It's almost like bingeing, which scares me because unlike anorexics or other people, I can't afford it. Hahah, especially not financially.I'm really making an effort to eat healthy now, which really can't be justified by my increased intake in cakes and pies and Hawaiian Host chocolates, but at least I've psycho-ed myself mentally to accept a greater variety of non meat food like veggie and eggs. Only fried omelettes with lard though - It's a fetish that won't go away.
Like I said, I don't want to see the effects of all this unhealthy crap I'm eating now on my body ten or twenty years down the road. And secondly, none of it is adding to my muscle mass as much as I like to think I have a fast food/fat-muscle conversion rate: Now it's probably the backward reaction in the absence of the catalyst- ST induced PT with Eunice! And the extra pushups and jumps I do when she's late. x) Those were the days when I could do a straight toetouch. Nobody would believe I ever could do one, seeing my current state.
I need to pump leg and arm muscles so I can base well and discount my intake of chocolate so I can cheer loudly and clearly without losing my voice. And I'm going to lose as much fats as possible by not being so obsessive over meat fats and cooking with more oil and baking with more butter. Or sugar, for that matter. (:
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