So the diet seems to be going relatively well. I’ve lost 13 pounds, cut my sugar consumption to a lifetime low and I’m even working out, sorta. So my question is,
When I’m I gonna start feeling ‘great‘?
Not that I’m feeling particularly “bad” but as I’m sure you know every diet, workout program and gym promises that I’ll have hitherto untold amounts of energy, stamina and all around good vibes. That I’ll be able to play ball with the guys, walk the dog through a spring meadow and have a night on the town all with a smile on my face because I feel so good. Well, I’m waiting.
I’m not expecting miracles and in the interest of full disclosure I don’t have a dog or the desire to play ball with the guys. I just want to feel up to it should the mood strike me. As for nights on the town, I once went clubbing with a temperature of 102, so feeling “fair to middling” isn’t keeping me at home. I also live in Los Angeles so I know that it’s possible to look great and still feel like crap. We call that show business, kids.
There’s also the very real possibility that all those TV, diet and workout people are a bunch of liars that only want to sell me something and that the former “fat” girl who lost half her body weight at gym X still cries herself to sleep every night because being “fat” wasn’t really her problem to begin with. All this leads to the startling revelation that felling “great” is more a matter of attitude than one of physical being. Well that’s just great: not only do I have to eat vegetables on a regular basis, I now have to cultivate a positive outlook as well. Now I know that my readership is made up of kind and caring people, but please don’t send me any ideas for achieving a positive life view. This week alone I’ve encountered Scientologists, Jehovah’s Witnesses and a lovely (if smelly) pack of Hare Krishnas. If I didn’t listen to these “very happy” people face to face, I’m pretty sure an email ain’t gonna cut it either. I’ll have to find it myself, and I start my quest this weekend in the Nevada desert in a place called Las Vegas.
Stay tuned.
Bob Speck lives and writes in Los Angeles. He has no idea why.
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