Some people work to cure cancer, others are fighting the war on poverty. Me? My selfless act is to help people spend money on stuff they need, like clothes and bags and makeup and, of course, killer shoes. But, that's not all. I like to eat. And complain (most specifically about how hard it is to be a mom). Oh, and obsess over the next perfect pair of shoes.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Harsh Life Lesson No. 53
The other day I was flipping through my Mount Lemmon-sized pile of magazines next to the couch and came across this tidbit: If you just think about exercise, it can make you gain weight.
That explains it.
Seems that in a study — there's always a study — people who only thought about working out but didn't actually do it, gained weight because they ended up eating more, as if they had exercised.
(#&%)(%)(*&@(!*
The other night, I had this dream (an anxiety nightmare, actually) about hopping on the elliptical and then trying to find suitable floor space where there wasn't a puppy pee stain or children's crap so I could do some crunches. After I woke up, I didn't actually try to do either of those things. I got on the scale, and sure enough, a pound heavier than a few days before.
Damn studies.
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