I'm sitting at a pizza place nursing a beer pondering a few things.
Have I given up weight loss?
Am I happy with where I'm at in life?
What is a good trade-off between making my weight goal and enjoying life?
I don't have the answers yet.
I had a appointment this morning with a new family doctor. We talked about my eating and drinking, my bicycling, weight loss goals, and my neck issue, living car-free, and trade-offs. He's a great doctor who may push me in the right direction.
I have a new relationship that is (mostly) built upon eating and drinking. I'm probably going to have surgery on my neck this year. My bike miles are way down, and my weight is up.
I know *how* to lose weight, but it's hard to stick to the plan. I'm busy living. My social life and love life revolve around food. I have an unhealthy relationship with food.
I suffer depression. I "drown my sorrows" in food (and beer).
I went on a ride after work with a friend. We talked about much of this. I cut the ride short due to neck pain. He went home, but I went out for food and beer.
Maybe I'll just continue down this path until my neck is fixed then choose a new path. Then again, that will further ingrain this behavior.
Sorry for the rant. This is the way my life has been for months.