The Morning After

I don’t know what to tell you other than, I don’t know what to tell you.

I really want some pumpkin pie AND there *might* be some in the fridge, and if there is…. then I also know the whereabouts of some whip cream in one of those futuristic aerosol cans.  BUT! but, what if there is no pumpkin pie left?  A true and frightening possibility.  The last time Coral and I went grocery shopping, we bought just a half pie as a treat.  That was the weekend and here I sit late on a Tuesday.  Gone? it must be.  Should I check?  no, because if it is there, I’ll eat it, and if its not, I will eat the consolation prize, whip cream straight out of the can.  bad.

I went to a personal trainer on Monday and did some fitness testing.  I scored poor (or worse) on every test she did.  Then she asked about my diet (which I thought was one area I excelled at) and she laughed at me.

I need to eat more, AND eat less.  SWA?  More good and more meals in general.  Less processed food and WAY less pop.  Sadness, pumpkin pie and pop are my favourites.

I am going to try and make a go of this.  I will cut my pop back to treat status (kinda like beer, which I have kept in pretty good control since meeting Coral).  If pop becomes beer, then it will be a weekend/holiday/event type dealio and not a daily, or multiple times a day thing.

The trainer said that one step alone will shrink my paunch.

Then she said, my general leanness (see: skinny) should make the perception of noticeable muscle growth a reality that will in turn, re-enforce my working-out-ness.  Good times.

That all said, I woke up sore but good today… tomorrow I might get some time in the meat of the day between appointments to go again.  Alright, twice in a week.  That’s a start.

Go with yourself.