Happy to be wrong

Two days ago, I said that I probably just took my last walk outdoors for 2004. It turns out that I was wrong. It was such a beautiful and sunny day out, so I decided to take another walk outdoors. It was a bit cool despite the sun (Weather.com says it’s 64*F (or right about 18*C for you metric-heads) in my area), the wind was low and my light jacket was enough to keep me warm. This was especially true after my blood got pumping and the exercise kept my body heat up. But it felt good.

I’m also glad to see that I’m slowly starting to get used to walking again. There for a while, my legs started really bothering me. I was starting to get concerned that something was wrong with them and that I was going to have to run back to the doctor. But it looks like it’s just a lack of regular exercise, and now they’re starting to protest less and less. Of course, I’m still not going quite as fast as I was when I was really focused (I used to go another 200 yards or so in the same amount of time I’m walking right now). I’m a bit bummed about that, but I expect I’ll gain that back as I get working at it again. After all, that was also when I was twenty pounds lighter. I’m still upset I put on that extra weight since July, but I’m determined to take it right back off — and at least another 100 pounds right after it. Though I think I’m going to stretch it out over a year or two if I can. I don’t want to start doing the weight yo-yo game, after all.

Today is a fairly dull day at work. I’m waiting to have a meeting with Nate so that we can go over the new development tools for his project. I’ve configured and used them, and now I have to teach him to do likewise. I suppose I could also work on my specification for Steve’s project, but I’m not in the mood for that. I really hate writing documentation. It’s the one part of my job that I wish I could get out of.

The biggest problem with having a slow day like this — or a day where the only thing I need to do is something I’d like to do — is that it’s the kind of days where my willpower is weak. I find myself tempted to go to the vending machine and get a tasty — but fattening — snack for myself. It’s really quite funny. On days when I’m busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest, I don’t even consider it. I just go on. Heck, I’ve even skipped supper until much later in the evening if I was sufficiently busy. I’ve heard that some people will eat — particularly junk food — as much out of boredom as out of hunger. I really think I’m one such person. It’s quite a frustrating trait. I wonder if there’s an effective way to break the association between boredom and eating.

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