Why is it that when you want to lose weight you want to eat all the things? It seems like it’s your body’s cruel way of setting you up for failure. I swear at times I feel like the donkey with the carrot dangling in its face…always reaching for it and never getting it. And in my case it’s true both ways: I’m not losing weight…and I’m not eating the damn carrot either.
It doesn’t help that my husband never stops eating. The other night, he asked for 3 glasses of wine, and a sandwich AND a Sara Lee dessert after a nice homemade dinner. Eats all the time! I eat a fraction of that and gain weight. Scratch that. I simply look at him eating all of that and I gain weight. Not fair.
We live in a little closed community that has a perfect loop for walking. That is, when the mutant Southern mosquitoes don’t track you down and make you a meal. I’d also have to walk before 7am or after 7pm because Savannah behaves like the African Savanna and it’s been in the 90s here this week. Seriously, what ever happened to Spring?
So I ran into my neighbor who has a one-month-old baby. She doesn’t even look like she’s ever had a baby, and this one was her third. I heard she likes to jog around the neighborhood, so I asked her to be my walking/jogging buddy.
Not 2 minutes later, she’s talked me into registering for a 5k as our ‘workout goal.’
What the eff did I just get myself into?
Honestly though, if I don’t have an exercise buddy, I won’t exercise. There’s no online group or iPhone app that will hold me accountable like a breathing human being by my side.
Now, please excuse me as I prepare to pass out in public as I train with my neighbor.