I'm an asshole. Or, so I've been told.
And I'm a loser. I mean this in two ways:
1) I'm generally pretty pathetic. I'm awkwardly anti-social. So much so that while the Internet is my life, I don't actually have, like, a life on the Internet. Some people do--friends from forums; a second life in Second Life or WoW, or whatever else it is kid are playing these days. I don't. And I procrastinate, too, leaving anything til the last possible moment before my NOT doing whatever it is will adversely effect me. And that's also why I'm a perpetual college student. I should've graduated this year. I'm 23. That's what you do when your my age. You graduate. And then you move back in with your parents and cry because there are no jobs. Cause, there aren't. But I only finally figured out my major two semesters ago, so I've still got a ways to go. So, yay me!
2) On August 7, 2010, I joined Weight Watchers. I like to tell people I was dragged their by my mom, and that I only stayed for the meeting under duress. But the truth is, that's just not true. I was 21. I weighed 298.2 lbs. I needed to do something, or just give up and decide to be that dude who was going for the Guinness world record for fatness. Now, some two years later, I'm at my so-called "Goal Weight"; three little numbers, which make up the bigger number, that falls somewhere between what doctors agree is under and overweight. If I step on a scale, and look down at the little digital read out, today, the numbers 1-6-5 or thereabouts shine back at me. Losing this weight is the one good thing I've done with my life. I'm proud of the "accomplishment"... to a point. At the same time, whatever. I did it. The end.
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| If you care: me, 290ish (left). Me, 160ish (right) |
But, not the end. Which is, in part, why I started this blog. I have absolutely no idea what I'll do with it. Post crap, mostly, I'm sure. Musings that I just actually happen to commit to... well, not paper. Who uses that anymore? But the blogosphere, or whatever it's called.
Will I talk about my weight loss more? Maybe. It really depends if I want to get into it more than bullet point number 2 already did. I might, if that's what people want. I'll tell my story, if people ask, although I'm not really into trading recipes or talking weight-loss tips, beyond the obvious. Sorry: I don't have magic beans that'll make you thin, or a super secret workout or diet that got me where I am. When people ask, I always just say this: eat less crap, and more good stuff. Drink water, not soda; although you can drink that too, but make it diet soda and consume in moderation. And exercise regularly, but don't go nuts. It's about balance. That's, really, the secret to my success. I'll extrapolate on that more, if people care, but not much more. Because, really, there isn't much more.
Oh, and I review movies. That's what I finally decided I wanted to do with my life. The thing I changed my major to. Film theory and criticism. I've been reviewing for a DVD and blu-ray comparison website since 2009. You can read my shit there. I'll also be posting plenty of movie stuff here too. I think. But it'll be less pretencious-y than last time, I hope. I'm trying to make this a more personal blog. Something really, generally, just about my shit. My life, I guess. Maybe that approach is wrong (they say a blog should have a singular focus), but, fuck it. I'll do what I want.
That is, unless my lazy, assholish and all around losery ways make me decide not to.
- Ethan (Cody)
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