Eat a pizza. Eat chicken and green beans.
Go to the gym… watch Netflix for 9 hours straight while eating Oreos.
As my first foray into health blogging, I posted some health tips and talked about how it’s not important to be perfect, it’s just important to do better. It’s all about balance. Moderation. Take the stairs, switch to water, park your car further away from the front of the store, blah, blah, blah.
Those are all fine and dandy tips– and don’t get me wrong, they’re SUPER important if you are taking your first steps into making healthy changes in your life– but those don’t help me anymore. At least, I didn’t think they would.
I oh-so-humbly consider myself a Health Veteran. Not only do I have a fancy piece of paper that says I studied Nutrition in college but I also have a weight loss story that ends with losing 30lbs, and I am working towards becoming certified to help others get healthy. I can estimate the macronutrient information for most foods within an impressive degree, and can spit facts about nutritional deficient diseases by their symptoms, and how to treat them.
So, so humble.
On the other hand, I love ice-cream. I am good at blocking out the nagging voice at the back of my head asking about what the real ingredients are in my meal as I drive through McDonalds. I am also good at talking myself out of that morning run, or the workout I planned the night before. I am even so talented that I can successfully avoid the pre-cooked and healthy meal in my refrigerator in favor of making nachos or ordering pizza. My grand finale, however, was finding at least half of that weight I lost back in 2012.
I am a woman of many talents.
I say this because sometimes I feel like I am living a lie. I spend my afternoon reviewing Anatomy for my personal training exam while snacking on Hershey’s Kisses. I get in a quick workout, and then spend my evening after work eating my weight in cheese and apples in front of the TV.
At this point, it’s all I can do to remind myself about moderation. I have reverted back to my old ways. But this time, instead of doing so because I don’t know better, I am repressing my better judgement. Each time I reach for the fork, Fit Kelsey is holding a barbell and shaking her head in disappointment while I eat an entire box of macaroni and cheese.
My name is Kelsey, and I am a big, fat fitness phony.
And hopefully, by admitting this, I will shame motivate myself into working out tomorrow for the first time in weeks. Or, if not that, maybe do something else good for me. Like eat breakfast, or actually get my recommended intake of fruits and vegetables.
(Also, can we talk about that baby bicep in the picture? If you look reaaallllyyy closely, you can see the shadow of a bicep poking through. Shoutout to March 2014 Kelsey for PRing 110lbs for 10 reps on the bench press and feeling super proud about it, apparently.)