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March 17, 2007 | permalink

My office job is making me fat, Gentle Readers.

Or, I suppose more accurately, eating like I ate when I was doing a lot more physical activity (and counting on the job to provide me with the physical activity I needed even though it no longer does so) is making me fat. At least, it's making me feel fat, which really amounts to the same thing. I don't want to stop eating, so I've started running.

It hurts, and I hate it. After an embarrassingly short distance I feel like I am going to die, gasping for breath, heart pounding, the stitch in my side feeling like somebody hit me with a pipe. It's awesome. And I don't mean that in a sarcastic way- I realize I've been craving something like this, and even after the very first run (which wrecked me) I felt great about what I was doing. And because it's hard, it appeals to my stubborn nature and helps me to be motivated. See, if it was easy, it wouldn't matter much to me if I did it or not- but because it's difficult, I'd feel too much like I was wussing out if I let myself quit for no good reason.

Nothing like using yourself against yourself to get something done, eh?