Before coming to Ohio University this school year, I made a pact that I was going to lose 15 pounds by Christmas. If you’re wondering how that’s going, I’ve gained 10. There is some sort of scientific property at colleges, like the gravity on Jupiter, that keeps you dense no matter what.
I’ve always been a strong believer against calorie counting and weight watching, especially in high school. My mom always told me that as long as you’re exercising and eating healthy, you don’t need to worry about weight. However, that was back when I played basketball and soccer back to back and had a metabolism like a garbage disposal. Despite working out four days a week, “healthy” is definitely not an adjective I would use to describe myself. It could be the constant influx of baked goods from my birthday weekend, or my new infatuation with anything peanut butter. The Freshman 15 is not a myth, and certainly not the Sophomore 10. And this realization that healthy food won’t just be handed to me almost makes me reconsider my reputation of my all-carb diet (key word being almost).
My cousin has recently lost 160 pounds in the past year and I could not possibly be prouder of him. I’ve noticed that not only does he look great, but his confidence is through the roof, both with his appearance and even just being himself. This has made me realize that health is a conscious effort, not just something that will come to you.
Therefore my resolution this semester will not be about a number on the scale, it will be about a lifestyle that makes me feel good about myself (after I finish my birthday candy, of course).