After yesterday’s podcast, I jumped on the scales following a nearly month-long break and… yeesh. It was pretty dire. Like “maybe I should pull a Tom Hanks in Castaway and see if somebody can strand me on an island for a month” kinds of results.
So we’re back to that old core truth: I need to log food. I need to track things daily. And dancing around it just doesn’t work.
It’s… hm. It’s been eighteen months; more, really, since I started this. I seem to circle around the same issue.
I am a smart guy. This is indisputable. I am really goddamn intelligent. I can make websites and podcasts. I’ve written a few books (although never had the guts to try to publish them). I have a prestigious job at a top university.
But I cannot do this consistently. It’s maddening!
I know that intelligence doesn’t equal motivation. There are probably genetic triggers and what-have-you going on.
But really. I’m a smart guy. I can lick this thing. I just haven’t found the key that will keep me from sliding off doing this when I slide off doing it.