The unhealthy shit I put in my mouth

This post has been sitting on my computer for awhile now. Why is it sitting on my computer? I thought I might put an updated “what-I’ve-eaten-today” list to delight myself, and disgust myself…

The “What-I’ve-Eaten-Today” List goes like this today:

-Wholegrain Bread with Vegemite

-A couple of SAO’s crackers

-Minestrone Soup with Champignon mushrooms

-Gingerbread Wall#2 (of the Gingerbread house) (for wall#1 see previous post)

-Cadbury Crème Egg

-Wholegrain bread with Vegemite again

-Canned Fruit – Mango and Peach

*stands back to admire the list*

That seems like variety to me. Sadly, the list doesn’t end here as I still have dinner to attend. Daddy’s making some ultra yummers stuff and I can’t wait to run back for it.

Went to the gym today for my usual Bodyattack class, in comparison to the shit that I put in my mouth, the exercise has probably gone to waste. That’s the problem with people like me, look, there are different catagories of people:

1. Those who go to the gym to be healthy.

2. Those who go to the gym because of how much they eat.

3. Those who go to the gym for a perve.

I clearly fall into category 2. I feel especially motivated to go gym, not because I want to be a bloody health nut, but generally because I am regretting what I just ate before/yesterday night/day before/right now. Regret seems to be my motivation.

Regretful Scenario

Me: Hey I’m home.

*opens fridge* (this is a routine task)

Me: Oh… timtams… packet already opened…

*pulls out timtam just to take a look and observes its texture, its fragrant aroma, its chocolatey taste…*

Me: Oh shit, I’ve already eaten half of it. Its too much of a waste to throw it away, too gross to leave it in the fridge. I’m sure ONE timtam won’t count, maybe my body won’t notice the chocolate and pass it right through.

*looks around*

Me: No ones around, now quickly eat it. Calories don’t count if no one sees me.

*Finishes timtam, begins regretting process*

Me: Oh damn! I’ll start my dieting again tomorrow. I promise. I’ll go for an hour long walk, hit the gym, not eat breakfast, lunch or dinner. In that case… I may as well eat another then…

In fact, I am grazing out of the canned fruit right as I type. The regretting process is on its way…