The Sad Spartan

By
Chris Robertson
– February 11, 2013Posted in: Thoughts

I ate a meal tonight consisting of Doritos, Cheetos, Doughnut sticks, cookies, an unhealthful raisin oatmeal bar, and Coke Zeros.

Why in the hell do I generally suppose that I’m even remotely in decent shape or the least bit healthy? I need to just throw out all of my junk food and get healthy snacks. Hell, even go down to the gym every once in a while. I think maybe my social phobia and depression keep me apartment-bound, but then, I’m not even motivated to do something as easy as light workouts in the apartment!

I’m like this, scared of an early heart attack, because I both eat like I do, and don’t generally have anything physically exhaustive happen during the day. I know that now. So this is my mea culpa to myself. I’ll use this post as a turning point. A digital means of holding myself accountable to the night I made a vow to get healthy. To stop letting myself go, as I have these past few years. So I can both (hopefully) live longer and feel better about myself when I look in the mirror. So here we go with a little external motivation. *crosses fingers*

Nobody wants an unfit Spartan, right?

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P.S. To any of my friends who follow me here on my blog and didn’t particularly want to know what I looked like shirtless; I apologize!

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About Chris Robertson

Originally from Scottsboro, AL, Chris currently resides in Nashville, TN where he freelances for several gaming outlets, watches a lot of horror movies, dreams about space travel, and hangs out with his two awesome dogs and wonderful wife.