Let's get physical! Physical!

Well, I am currently too exhausted to cook, or even be hungry, so I'm going to lie on my bed and blog instead. Healthy!

I've struggled with my weight for about as long as I can remember. I was a pretty skinny kid, but I guess around puberty (or even maybe during that awkward, pre-pubescent, training-bra era) I started seeing myself as not-so-skinny. Maybe it wasn't exactly true, but I am by nature a sedentary person. I'd rather read a book than go get sweaty outside. I managed to keep my weight down all through high school - although, again, I was not skinny, just didn't have a LOT of extra fat - and even through most of college, but after my junior year of college, when I moved about 2.5 miles away from campus and therefore took the bus to class instead of walking, the weight started going on a bit more than it previously had. Not helping, of course, was The Ex, who despite his gymrat ways never did any cardio but still managed to tell ME I needed to lose weight. He looked a bit like Bartolomeo Pagano in the 1914 movie Cabiria. Whatever.

I've realized I need to cut back, but quite frankly I despise working out. Gym, outdoors, doesn't matter. I guess I should say that I hate running/ellipticals. If someone devised an obstacle course (a la Celebrity Fit Club Boot Camp) or decided not to charge me for climbing their rock wall, I'd be all up in there getting my fitness on. But most forms of exercise are icky for me, or - like yoga - not what I need for my fitness goals.

But being in NYC has been SO helpful in all aspects of the weight battle. Not only am I walking WAAAAY more than I ever have in my life, including college, but being around people with body types other than "sorostitute" and "morbidly obese" (which is what I felt like my college town was totally comprised of) has made me a bit more comfortable with having a ring of fat around my middle. Not comfortable enough to keep it, mind you, but comfortable enough that I don't want to just die every time a shirt doesn't fit me right. Plus, the "chub rub" (which is a term I just stumbled upon yesterday, and LOVE) is almost gone! Hooray!

Okay, hunger is starting to return... which is appropriate, since all I've had today are a bagel and 12 ounces of chicken noodle soup. (I hate getting sick.) Off to make chicken carbonara :)

Also, I have TWO interviews tomorrow! One is at the place I'm currently temping, which is MAJOR because it's a famous magazine in a famous building and I would adore working there. The other is at a boutique marketing/branding firm, which would be awesome because there'd be room for me to move up pretty quickly. Cross your fingers for me :)