As some of you might know, I’ve been working out quite a bit.. more than I’ve done so in the past year and a half since Erynne was born. The last time Eric and I were trying to lose weight (badminton did wonders on us!), we got pregnant. From that pregnancy came many, many, many unwanted pounds. Last Tuesday marked my 4th week of exercising but sad to say, the results have not been that impressive. Sure, my clothes are fitting better and my muscles are feeling tighter but this past week, I think I’ve put on some weight cuz I can just feel myself getting wider. Go figure, what with that scrumptious burger I had at In ‘N’ Out the other day and the oh-so-massive-heaps of rice I’ve been consuming…. haaaaaaayyyy. There are days I take steps forward…. but later on in the week, I’m taking double the steps backwards. The battles, the battles, the battles!
So what am I going to do? As Emeril Lagasse would say, I’m taking it up another notch. I’m giving up rice. Oh yes. And this is huge guys. Major. Life-altering. OMG wow. If you don’t know this yet about me, I live for rice. There’s not a day that goes by in my life that I don’t eat rice. Almost like (though this might already come across as an exaggeration but funny nonetheless) if our home was on fire, you might see me saving the rice cooker when others might probably save their dog, photo albums, etc. LOL. Or.. better yet, how’s this: rice is to me what sugar is to a diabetic, cocaine to a cocaine user/addict, or alcohol to an alcoholic. Hmm.. okay, well maybe that’s going too far and probably not even necessary to say, but you get the idea. All I know is, rice is life. LOL.
So here goes to better eating habits. One day at a time.