This is not a new revelation, nor one that I’m just coming to realize, but it needs to be written none the less. I’ve had an up and down battle with my weight for about 15 years now and given that I’m about to turn 42, it’s high time to do something about it.
It wasn’t always this way for me as I’ve always been active and athletic. I made the varsity swim team in 7th grade and at the time (which may still be the case), I was the only student to graduate having lettered 6 times in the same sport. I made my division 2 lacrosse team as a walk on in college. When I transferred to art school I was an avid mountain biker and would often ride the 15 or so miles up or around Mohonk mountain from my apartment in Rosendale NY to my college in New Paltz. I was lean and fit. I could eat anything I wanted and I couldn’t possibly tell you how much I weighed. It never mattered.
Then I graduated, moved to NYC, and my life became more sedentary. I went to the gym 3 days a week (off and on) but slowly gained weight. the problem I later realized, was that I never learned how to eat correctly. I would eat healthy foods, but most always too much. My eating habits were formed by that 18-28 year old guy who burned enormous calories riding his bike, but my eating patterns maintained even after the exercise routines waned. The problem only got worse after I got married and kids came along, as I had almost no time to work out.