Tonight I splurged on an amount of food that’s good enough to throw a party with because (1) my dysmenorrhea is making me a very cranky person and I kinda don’t like messing with my hormonal, PMS-ing, cranky self so I had to cheer her up a bit; (2) I was at home and in front of the computer the whole day so I thought I should go out and reward myself for actually being able to get some work done; and (3) Hooray I’m officially starting to go to gym tomorrow anyway.
Heh. What’s a box of Krispy Kreme mini doughnuts (ohh and some painkillers for the dysmenorrhea please, thank you very much), a bag of Cheetos Puffs, a can of coke, and a Mushroom Swiss Meal from Burger King when I’m spending the next 6 months of my life being a slave to my gym trainer anyway, right?
Yes, friends, I finally succumbed and signed up for a 6-month fitness program! I was really just walking around one night checking out my neighborhood when I passed by this fitness center and thought I’d come in to inquire, and geewhiz, their lounge looks so inviting and they have dance classes and their marketing consultants are soo cute convincing and I. Am. Just. Human!
Kidding aside, I’m honestly starting to get concerned about my health and my eating habits and how my office and my bedroom are like 3 steps away from each other that my body has developed this horrid habit of resisting any form of physical activity. So yay, please be happy for me because I’m actually taking a step to the right direction (as Kara Dioguardi would say, LOL), and finally doing something good for my health, and my future, and the future of my kids. And oh boy, this is the first time that I ate this much food and didn’t feel bad about it. (Woot, let’s celebrate with more doughnuts!)
Baby steps, people. Baby steps.