I walked again today. That’s two whole days in a row. Count ’em. TWO. Two days of invigorating fresh air. Two days with a bounce in my semi-bionic step. Two days of semi-occluded, sludge-filled arteried, aerobic activity.
You could say that I’m ‘on a roll,’ but whenever someone says that about me, it usually has something to do with lunch, and it’s probably whole grain.
There was a small setback, however, in my newest plan to control my burgeoning flabalanche.
You see, because my subconscious knew that I would be walking a mile or two today, my appetite decided to make up for it by forcing me to eat more breakfast than usual.
I KNOW it doesn’t work that way, that the law of thermodynamics still applies when trying to reduce one’s fat stores. But the super-evil-villain-genius that is my appetite was one step ahead of me, the fiend.
I’m going to have to outthink him. I WON’T go for a walk tomorrow. That will teach him!
You’ve got to get up pretty early in the morning to get one over on this ol’ bird!