Outnumbered Two to One

I did a lot of eating this Thanksgiving weekend.

I’m not proud of it,  but I’m not ashamed either. It is what it is. I did what I set out to do. Eat and vegetate.

I ate past the point of comfort as I am wont to do. I ate over the course of several days, regardless of hunger or energy level, I ate. A lot. I made poor choices knowingly and repeatedly. Honestly, I felt no remorse. When I was bored I made a box cake or banana pudding or sugar cookies…because I could.

Then today at the grocery store, I weighed myself.

I love to think it’s not about numbers, it’s about getting stronger, more fit and all that blablabla. But man-oh-man five pounds in four days, that’s just rude. That Publix scale with the big numbers, I think I heard it laugh at me.

The good news, last week I managed to exercise to Jillian Michael’s 30 day Shred DVD three days in a row. That took some determination. I know 3 out of 30 is only 10% but multiply that times 10 and I’m what you call a success story. The point is though, it’s completely possible for me to exercise every day for 20 heart pounding minutes in the name of lean muscle mass.

The other truth that I’ve unwittingly discovered - I completely abhor exercise. Seriously. I despise every single stationary lunge, every sissy girl push up, every mother-loving jumping jack. I hate exercise. Like. A lot.

But I can do it. Oh yes. I. Can.

I hope my fellow HASAYers aren’t too disappointed.