When I started blogging, I got into pastry. I loved to bake cookies.
And I ate what I baked in order to provide a review.
I ate for the pleasure of eating and not only for sustenance.
You can get away with that sometimes but not all the time.
The end result: an excuse to go shopping but not in the positive sense.
I was also so focused on writing which also means staying seated. it’s no excuse but I would basically: work, blog, play with the kids, watch TV, sleep and do it all over again. Maybe, some days, I would walk the dog.
So the bulge kept piling on and on and on.
I’m writing this so I will not forget how I feel when I stop moving. I feel so tired. The elevators seem like God’s greatest invention. When I do move, I have more energy and I am less stressed.
I went for a jog tonight. A 4K loop. My face is redder than a hothouse tomato (a reference to food, it fits with my blog) I smell like a dead skunk. (a reference to an animal that might be food in some weird corners of the Bible belt, it fits with my blog) I did not run like a gazelle. I huffed and I puffed …but I did not blow your house down.
Hot House Tomato
My plan will be to workout a little each day. My blog will be my diary for my workouts. I challenge myself to a 10K run by September…say the Army run. I will sign up for 5K runs along the way. Anybody with me?
ps: I’ll also talk about the nice veggies and white meat that I cook. I’ll focus on more savory lean foods and less on slowly cooked comfort foods. It’s fun for a while but it’s not ideal for the silhouette.
Vision of the Army Run Race
But first, a shower is a must. Catch you on the other side, when I’ll be less smelly and more rosy instead of red.
A much needed shower for a stinker