My friend Katherine dropped off some homemade toffee the other night. It almost makes me weep, it is so good. And it is 1/2 gone. SOMEBODY cannot eat just one piece. Um, that would be me. I console myself with the fact that I only get this item once a year. The problem with this thinking is that there are about 57 things that I only get once a year... but I get them ALL at THIS time of the year.
So, let's see... 57 items (which I eat about 1,000 calories of each - you know, the "can't eat just one" thing)... so 57,000 calories in about 2 weeks. Divide by 3,500 calories (which = 1 extra pound of "jiggle"), which gives you (well, gives me) 16 pounds. AAAAEEEEEEIIIII.
I worked out this morning with the same instructor that Lee writes about here. I have been working out for a few weeks in anticipation of the afore-mentioned 57 "once a years" and the cruise (which is a food-fest from what I hear). Quite a few of my "slacker" muscles are feeling the burn. Now that they are being called into service, they're a little unsteady and awkward. You want me to what now? On one leg?
Attending classes costs a little extra at our club. I talked to the owner, and he suggested I try the classes to make sure I liked them before I paid. Like them? Like them? I've heard that exercise should be something you enjoy. Enjoy? Enjoy? I've always liked the results I get from working out, but I have NEVER enjoyed it. Ever. And can I just point out the obvious... it's totally unfair that in 2 weeks I could gain 16 pounds, but it would take 2 months or more to take it off.
By the way, Katherine, I don't want to NOT get toffee.... after all, it's only once a year.