Summertime, and the living is... not so easy.

The Fourth of July has come and gone, so the threat of potato salad and barbeque (which I indulged in fully) has mostly passed. I'm trying to eat moderately, and generally healthily, but I keep sabotaging my progress. When I feel like I've been doing really well, I feel like treating myself. To a whole lot of ice cream. But I'm trying to avoid that by chewing gum and sipping herbal tea instead.
Also, I'm working almost every day, and I'm standing the entire time at work. To save my feet, I have stopped walking on the treadmill, which means I have almost no means of burning calories beyond floor exercises.
Still, I have a pretty good body image right now, and almost no homework. So I'm generally happy to spend my days drawing and reading and watching TV.

Just after New Years, the guilt sets in...

Wow. I never thought I'd be blowing off AP Art History homework to blog about my health. But here I am.

You know, so many people battle obesity, and all the health risks, like diabetes, that come with. They call it a fight, a struggle, or a journey. I'm not a soldier, nor am I Dora the Explorer. I mean it's somewhat of a struggle, what I'm engaged in. It's the same struggle everyone old enough to care about their weight deals with during and after the holiday season.

This past summer, I started off on a strict self-imposed diet/exercise regiment. Fruit smoothies for breakfast, yoga and pilates, power walking for half an hour every day. But soon, a lack of situations in which I could show off my toned abs (and lack of anyone to impress) threw me back onto the path of not caring so much. I had made progress, but have definitely lost it and then some by now.

So once again, here I am. This isn't just an attempt to lose weight, it's an attempt to get healthier and look and feel better. So without further ado...

Welcome to Becca's health log!