And move to Berkeley, which I don’t love. SF is great, awesome town, but too expensive for the unemployed, and I see no job in the future. I’m not a huge fan of Berkeley, but I bought a crappy triplex there about 9 years ago, before I knew better, so now I’m going to go live in it. It’s about 25% of the size of my current apartment, tough adjustment. I’m two pounds from my original goal, four pounds from where I’m no longer overweight, BMI speaking. When I move, I’ll have to join a new gym, and it’s expensive, like $60/month. My other gym will be $25/year, and I’ll keep it for when I travel, but the one in Berkeley sucks really badly and a good gym is not optional. I spend at least that much on fruit every month, too. Being healthy is expensive for city dwellers.
I was reading a post by Attrice the other day on some of the changes she’s experienced over her last year of working on fitness, and I commented that I didn’t really see so much in myself, being that when I got too big to easily ride a bike, I’d lose some, but I’ve been thinking more about it. For example, I’m no longer the slowest bike on the road. Nor the slowest walker. I still can’t do a whole lot of pushups, but whatever. One thing I do remember about being bigger, is that I was very clumsy. Always banging into stuff. I think I was larger than my body image accounted for, I must have gained really fast when I gained. Not really surprising, considering how much I used to eat. I burped a lot back then, too, now only when I drink beer or soda. I know, tmi.
Now that I’m in full on moving mode, eating has gotten sporadic. I’m eating about one big meal a day, with lots of snacks thrown in, trying to finish food that’s here so that I don’t have to move it. I’ll be glad when it’s over (by Saturday). I’m doing two hours at the gym every three days or so, because I have to go or I’ll go nuts, but I don’t have much time, especially because it often leaves me kinda tired, not feeling like packing/cleaning. Maybe after I move, I’ll just do an hour a day. What am I going to do with myself? Not that I do much now. I guess if I’m not going to work a paid job, I should do some volunteer work. At some point, unemployment will run out, and I hopefully the job market will have picked up by then. I don’t want to think about it. I want to eat cantelope.