I went out to a bar last night just to get away from this empty apartment for a while (and also to watch game 6) and had a couple of beers to help me along the way. I also cooked this mama jamma dinner before that, grilled chicken and dirty rice. Nothing unhealthy, but when eaten with in copious amouts with reckless abandon it certainly can't be a great thing..
I mean, imagine if you wolfed down 100 granola bars or something. 100's still 100.
Blah. Now I'm blathering.
..Might as well get to it.
3 comments:
100 granola bars = gross.
That's one thing that's been helping me... I'm eating some reasonably unhealthy foods (like, say, spaghetti) but just in smaller portions. I've found that I can adjust my notion about how much I should have, and that helps me eat less.
As to flipping the switch and working out... it's never something I'm very good at. I always, ALWAYS, have a reason not to go through with it. I just have to make it an obligation, one which I grudgingly honor, and then regret not at all.
Yeah, Fight Club always works for me.
I am Jack's considerably smaller bowl of breakfast cereal.
Post a Comment