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Exercise and flossing. The exercise is a bitch because if I even make a hint about doing it, my father IMMEDIATELY WANTS TO HELP ME. Except his way isn't helping, it's calling me a fatass.
Flossing makes my mouth bleed like a stuck pig. It's worse than when I just normally brush my teeth. I always bleed. Ever since I was little.
It confuses the fuck out of my dentist, hence the reason I haven't been in a while. And I should go schedule an appointment with a new one under my awesome health insurance soon. Heh.
Giving up beer. There's a reason there is a "beer gut" and not a "wine gut" or a "gin gut". And I may have moved to the wrong city to discourage beer drinking....
The thing that gets me is I hated beer all through high school and college, and it was only upon moving to Madison that I learned to like it.
I was going to say take a daily multivitamin, but then remembered that I actually started doing that about a month ago. My nails are actually enjoying it.
So instead I will say drink 8 glasses of water. 64 ounces. I'm lucky if I get half of that in a day.
I can't seem to make the time to exercise and I know I would feel so much better and be happier if I did. I can't even bring myself to use the 20-pack of yoga classes near my work that I pre-bought so that I would have to use them.
Excercise. I know it's good for me and all, and I do enjoy my walks. But I just am not dedicated enough to do it everyday. Yeah, I would lose weight. But I like my life; I have so many things to do after I get out of work (I know, excuses excuses) and there's only so much time in the day to spend with my family.
Cutting out sugars and artificial sweeteners. I've given up soda, I've given up chewing gum, I exercise nearly two hours a day, but I just can't put the quit on my Trader Joe's trail mix, my chocolate sneaks at work, the Splenda in my pomegranate tea, the occasional loaf of La Brea fruit and nut bread. I crave the sweets something awful, and it's driving me crazy. Not to mention keeping the last five pounds on me indefinitely.