I have successfully made it to the gym! Er, I mean, I went to the gym. It was...not as bad as I expected. But unfortunately walking into the gym did not magically make me thin/beautiful/fit/stress free/happy. Nor did it change the fact that I ate an ice cream sand which today and I probably shouldn't have.
Informal poll: Is it ok to go to the gym, feel really good and then come home and eat macaroni and cheese and hot dogs for dinner? Does it change things if the mac and cheese was Annie's instant mac and cheese (made with real cheese) and the hot dogs were 98% fat free turkey dogs? If I had a pudding cup for dessert, does that negate any good I may have done today?
If only life sorted itself out neatly for us. I feel like in elementary school it did. Actually even in middle school and high school my days were neatly ordered, laid out in front of me. Yeah waking up was bad. But I always knew what came next. Someone made my food for me (which is probably why I was skinny when I was little). They made time in the day for physical activity. The day always went in an orderly fashion. A nice routine.
No one tells you that when you get out of school you have to make your own routine. And that you will probably lack self discipline and find yourself in front of the TV eating mac and cheese and instead of it being great like you always dreamed, you will be stressing about how fat you are and your boyfriend will change the channel to watch the baseball game.
Anyway, on the plus side, my performance review went really well today and I am apparently a fabulous employee!! I got extra points for being personable and creative. Excellent!
Ugh, I'm going to be tired tomorrow. Stayed up too late watching British TV dramas and now will be late to work again. At least it's Friday!
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