I pay monthly membership fees for a gym I don't visit. I could have these fees largely reimbursed if I went 50 times in 6 months... too bad that's not 50 times in 8 years. I don't freeze my membership because, in my delusion, each night I go to bed with the hope that tomorrow I will embark upon habitually exercising my way to a speedo body... eventually.
Today, I finally showed up! I'm really out of shape- a little over 2 miles breathlessly completed in 35 minutes on the treadmill.
I also restarted using myfitnesspal this week to track my diet, which is documenting my crimes.
My post-workout dinner was not so bad (right?) - spicy tuna rolls including one avocado-topped, making it extra scrumdiddlyumptious. I forgot to request that they be rolled in more nutritious brown rice instead, which I actually prefer.
My weak workout fueled my appetite and I devoured both rolls (all 14 pieces)!! Well, sushi doesn't make for good leftovers anyway.
I could have should have stopped there but I did not. I recalled that I had a pint tucked away in my freezer.
I have a sugar addiction that I am wrestling to break (and by wrestling, I mean rolling around luxuriously in fields of gold).
This is myfitnesspal feedback regarding my calorie intake for the day after inputting the damage:
Eff me.
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