Obsessed. And making no apologies.

The other morning, I was listening to my favourite radio morning show as I got ready for work, and they brought up the subject of how people who are on a diet or fitness program or any kind of “healthy lifestyle path” seem to love to talk about it. They love to tell their friends and family members and the neighbour’s damn dog about what they’re eating, what exercises they’re doing, how wonderfully it’s all going, and how they all should be doing the same thing.

And then they talked about how goddamn freakin’ annoying those people are.

I cringed.

Uh-oh. They’re talking about me.

We’ve discussed my obsessive personality here before. When I’m “into” something, I’m really “into” it, and I make no bones about that. Wade Redden. Muddy Buddies. Elvis. Prison Break. Chips & dip. The Tragically Hip. Tea. Jimmy Fallon.

And, yes. Healthy food and fitness.

As they gave examples on the radio of the annoying things these “health-minded” people do – talk about how they’ve lost weight, talk about what they eat on a daily basis, talk about how they’ve managed to fit working out into their busy lives, talk about how “if I can do it, anyone can do it!” – I literally shuddered.

I am that annoying person. I know it. I actually vividly saw myself in each example they listed. Sitting around a campfire at Relay for Life, bringing up different workout programs I wanted to try. At book club with the girls, telling them about my new favourite healthy recipes. The email I sent out to my siblings a few weeks ago, begging them to all get onboard with me as I embarked on a 30-Day Ab Challenge for the month of June. The eight million blog posts I wrote when I gave up sugar for Lent.

I could literally hear my own annoying voice, and it made me feel so sorry for all of the people who have to listen to me ramble on and on and on ad nauseum about my health and fitness over the past year and a half (that includes you, my poor blog pals… )

The fact is, when I’m so immersed in it (like I am right now, with my Six Week Plan), I spend so much time thinking about it and researching it that I can’t help but talk about it with anyone and everyone who will listen, even if they are just being polite.

And to be honest, being obsessed about this is a good thing – it bodes well for me and my success. One of my “keys to victory” in all of this is to stay away from temptation, and that includes Pinterest and recipe blogs. When I’m soaking up all of that stuff, then I’m being tempted. Why put myself through that kind of torture? Instead, I’ve been researching healthy meal plans, reading up on macros and how to balance the foods I eat in order to hit those macros. When I have a spare moment, I’ve been googling healthy ways to lose “the last 10 pounds” and trying to figure out what’s even possible to accomplish within my Six Week Plan.

Call it obsessed if you want – I do, I admit it – but at the end of the day, I’ve decided I’m not going to apologize for it. The same as I didn’t apologize to all the poor people who had to hear me wax poetic back in my college days about my deep and utter love for Dennis Wilson. (Yes. Dennis Wilson. Drummer for the Beach Boys. It did not matter that he was dead, I loved him, truly, madly, deeply, for several months.)

This is just what I’m into right now.

Does it make my family members roll their eyes? Of course. Do my friends dread me bringing up the subject? Quite likely. Have I lost some blog followers who grew weary of my on-going posts on the topic? No doubt.

I get that it’s probably a total pain in the ass for many people.

But at the end of the day, I really don’t care. I’m doing something good for me, and I should be proud of that, not apologetic.

Hey, it could be worse.

…I could still be in love with a dead drummer from the ‘60’s.