You may have been following my indulgences over the past month and must be wondering – am I doing anything on the lines of exercise? Or to counter-act the damage?
I would like to confess that I have only written parts of what I have been eating. I told you I was never going to blog as if it were my food diary – what a bore.
So just to confess and keep things up to date, I have omitted a few items such as home oven-baked cinnamon rolls and cookies (who can resist baking things that come out of a tube!?!?!), tubs of ice-cream (near double digits), packets of crisps and cookies, sodas, and chocolate to the amount as if I had eaten three or four Easters combined.
I have woofed all these down and in a short space of time.
But I would like you to be reassured that I joined a fitness centre last week.
It takes me half an hour to walk there, then half an hour back. I do cardio and weights. I listen to my Spotify jams and harass anyone I can find in the change room that will have a chat with me (counted as cardio time.. movement of the mouth muscles are counted).
For example, according to my Fitbit, I took around 90K steps over the last week.
I might even start taking diet pills and laxatives so I can eat more.
So don’t worry, I am taking care of myself.
Although I would be kidding myself to say that I am going to lose weight while living over here.