I was planning on going to the gym, but the thought of no milk in the house drove me right past the gym to the store, where a hemmorhage of cash took place for the two pieces of meat I purchased for Easter, along with fixings for sandwiches for a funeral reception I will be attending on Saturday.
I love to cook and preparing meat, while not my personal favorite, is still a luxury I can afford, even if I cannot partake in much of it. I find my body is not responding well to fat, though the influx of ben and jerry tonight was a welcome release. I find my taste buds eschew fat and instead look for flavor. Fat doesn't taste very good anymore. The richness of the ice cream was fantastic, and the portion was small. Probably 1/2 cup, a regular serving. I haven't eaten an entire pint in one sitting since I don't know when. It is not my style. especially now that I am trying to lose weight. I would rather enjoy a small taste and not feel overwhelmed, or guilty because I had eaten it.
What bothers me is the lack of exercise. I lose time and I do not make it up. there is no way to make up time, so I need to figure out a way to fit this part of my life in. Exercise has to be part of this equation. I will keep searching for answers which I think lie in the stairwells of my workplace.