I honestly thought college would be my pentacle of weight gain in life. I imagined my post-grad body to be one that came without the beer gut, jiggly arms, and cottage cheese thighs. Who lied to me and told me that that was the case? WRONG.
Since I've graduated from Georgia, land of the best Mexican food for miles (not to mention, an endless supply of hotdogs while binging downtown), I've embarked on a western adventure and have settled in Vail, Colorado. It's beautiful. What's not beautiful is the number of pounds I've packed on since I've moved here.
The ratio of guys to girls out here is a supposed 7 to 1. Odds are definitely in your favor if you're in the market for the typical 25 year old ski bum. But with this outstanding ratio, I've found that I spend less time with girls... which means that I have less motivation to stay thin, because I have less competition, and fewer skinny bitches to compare myself to. With all this being said... I've let myself go. I've rekindled my love for cold, cheap beer (who cares if it's a light beer!)... I've forgotten how to go grocery shopping (frozen pizzas for dinner? done and done.) .... And I've said my farewells to the treadmill.
The excuses/lies I've adopted for myself include:
- Its too hard for me to workout... It's the altitude, the altitude I tell ya!
- I wear big, puffy jackets everyday so its not like anyone can tell how much weight I've gained anyways
- My boyfriend lives out here, so who do I have to impress?
- Carbohydrates are my friend
... Okay, first of all, carbohydrates are definitely NOT my friend. They're not your friend, they're not my friend, and they're definitely not my ass's friend. If I slowed my roll on the carbohydrate train, I'm sure my body would change drastically. It's just a constant battle for me. Who's going to eat the last dinner roll? Well, I don't want it to go to waste. Alright, alright, I'll eat it. Yeah, it's called "NO WILL POWER".
Second of all, puffy jackets are only appropriate when its freezing cold outside. What am I going to do when Spring arrives and the weather warms up? Don't even get my started on bathing suit season... How the hell am I going to squeeze all of this jelly into a two-piece? It ain't gonna be pretty!
And third of all, I've been living in Colorado for the past 7 weeks. I've been living above 8,000 feet for quite some time. And while I admit that I get winded when I walk up a flight of stairs, a few minutes on the treadmill wouldn't kill me. The altitude is no longer an excuse.
So what I'm trying to say is that I'm sick of being dissatisfied with my outward appearance. I'm sick of wondering if my pants are going to button or not. I'm sick of changing outfits 5million times because none of my skinny clothes fit on this fat sister. I'm ready to make a change. If I start now, there is a good chance that I will be able to look bathing suit season straight in the eye and take it by storm with my new and improved rocking bod.
Wish me luck ladies. We all know this journey ain't easy.