Apparently being unemployed increases your appetite (who knew?!?). Spending the week eating Girl Scout cookies, potato chips, and licorice to make myself feel better (I kept telling myself how much I deserved them after the week I just had) wasn't one of my wiser ideas. Although I did snack at work, I justified it by taking the stairs. Ninety-two stairs up to my office. Ninety-two stairs going down to the casino. Ninety-two more stairs back to my office and...well you get the idea. The only exercise I have been getting these days is walking from the kitchen to the couch. Maybe an occasional flight or two of stairs if I am doing laundry, but then again I don't need to do much laundry because I don't have anyplace to go.
So I am thinking that I may need to motivate myself a little more in the days to come. The permanent butt mark on my couch is screaming out at me to give it a little break. Maybe I will as soon as I finish eating my ice-cream....straight out of the carton of course. And Mr Scale you win this round, but I will get you next time.
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