Every Friday, the
Something must be happening to my eyesight. Last Friday, I looked at the pasties and instead of imagining how good the food would taste in my mouth, I calculated how long I would have to ride the elliptical to balance out the caloric intake of that one mouthful.
I think I'm onto something here. I mean, forget putting calorie labels on the food, put something that the average human can measure quite clearly -- the toil of a treadmill, or whatever. That's the true cost of eating bad food.*
Goal for the week: Out the door by 7:30 a.m.
Um... I'm going to say no. Like yesterday, it was close. But it wasn't as close as it had been yesterday. Out the door by 7:55 a.m.
Exercise du jour: 30 minutes on the elliptical
Plus, half an hour's worth of yoga done first thing in the morning. How's that for smugly virtuous.
*Yes, okay, and also that it's not good fuel to run your body on. But that doesn't have quite the same emotional impact, and when it comes to making food choices I'm all about the emotions.
Photo courtesy of Sifu Renka