I’m getting to a place mentally in my life that will require me to make a choice.

What choice?

Well, mentally, I have a dual personality. One half is a fitness, outdoorsy junkie. I love physical exertion, sweating and getting dirty. If I don’t go to the gym and end up drenched in sweat, I don’t feel like I did anything. If I work on a trail cleaning or tree planting project and I don’t end up covered in dirt and exhausted, then what’s the point? I like being in shape and fit.

The other half of me is a foodie. I love cooking, I love trying new things and enjoying a good glass of wine or beer with that meal. I don’t try to overindulge, but sometimes it’s just too irresistible to not try everything. I read cookbooks, I read food blogs and I’m always on the MyRecipes.com site searching for something new to try in the kitchen.

For years, the two sides of my duality have been able to live somewhat comfortably in the same body. Until their new roommate moved in.

Metabolism.

There’s this bastard called Age that is a bad influence on Metabolism and causes it to slow down and become a useless lump on the couch of your body.

So now, the other two roommates of “Fitness” and “Foodie” are fighting with each other and it’s coming down to where I have to kick one of the roommates out of the Body House.

[Yes, I know this entry is getting weird, but stick with me.]

I’ve been trying for the past few months to find a way for the two sides to work with each other instead of against. This is even with my plan to lose weight (which I have, just not enough).

So now I have to decide if being fit, healthy, fitting into my clothes comfortably and being happy with my body is more important than food and alcohol. Is food for fuel or for pleasure? Does it really matter if I got up a dress size or not?

It’s a tough call. But, it’s a call I’ll have to make soon.

Maybe things will improve once it isn’t TWO BELOW ZERO. *brr*