Well guys, the oh shit weight is still occupying my stomach. It’s tenacious, and it’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

There was a periodic reprieve, where I got down to an oh hell weight, but those days are long gone.

During that wondrous time, I was working out regularly and attempting to moderate my eating (which means not eating out of the candy jar at work and not gorging on dinner – my two main eating downfalls).

But then I went to Atlantic City, which one would assume wasn’t the healthiest of endeavors, wound up with a sickness that sucks my energy and renders me useless workout-wise while still ramping up my appetite and making me want to eat all the things… yet again.

I hate the whole OMGTHEHOLIDAYSARECOMINGANDIMGOINGTOGAINAZILLIONPOUNDS thing, but hey… the holidays are coming and they aren’t going to do much to alleviate my current dilemma.

So, that sucks. (Yes, so. I just really like it. Sorry.)

Last night, I was feeling a little better, so I decided I was going to double up on my workouts (45 minutes of yoga/weights in the morning + cardio at lunch) and get on a new amped up workout routine, while simultaneously lowering my food intake.

Then, I woke up at 2 a.m. with mucus spewing out of my face and my ears throbbing and I knew… that wasn’t going to happen.

I know that shit happens, and that there’s nothing I can do about this right now besides manage my expectations, not eat a million things, and do the best I can.

But it pisses me off.

Mainly because lately, I’ve actually wanted to workout and eat healthy, but (as usual) it just isn’t going as planned.

Back in the day when I didn’t have any desire to workout and was going out and boozing every night (that has also declined, with the arrival of the early ever-loathed darkness and being too broke to buy wine for home), I felt that the oh shit pounds were deserved.

But now… I just feel frustrated. I want to do it, but it’s not working, and so I’m internally throwing a hissy fit about it.

I have a plan though. If my illness doesn’t disappear by tomorrow, I’ll go to a doctor and get some meds. (This is probably a good idea anyways, since my sinuses are effed up and I have to get on a plane in less than a week.)

THEN when I’m healed, I’m just going to go for it. When I’m not traveling for the holidays, I’m going to get into a consistent workout routine that works for me. This will probably consist of a lot of OnDemand and work gym usage during the week, and paid-for gym trips on the weekend for the mere purpose of easing my conscious (I hate paying for things I don’t use!)

When I am traveling, I’m going to TRY REALLY HARD to get in a lot of activity, to minimize the amount of food I shovel into my face and just… be less lame than I have been.

I used to be able to maintain a weight at which I was comfortable, eat well, workout often and still live my life.

I would like to do that again, and get back to an “oh, okay!” or an “oh, hell yeah!” weight, if you will.

We shall see how it goes.

(I also use too many parentheses. I really like those too.)