Not Dieting dieting.

First question: why are you writing this?

First answer: several reasons, to end the endless spiral of brain crack*, to have some sort of online conscience and to see if my mother’s claims, that my forte is undoubtedly journalism, hold water.

You know what I want to talk about? Dieting. Not Dieting dieting, if you know what I mean - the ones where you eat a block of cheese to sustain you for a week or count every single item that goes inside you. Just the healthier eating and doing some exercise side of dieting. That’s the dieting I’m trying to attempt because I accept that I’m not ‘Fat’. At the same time, I know I could be healthier and perhaps feel better as a result of tidying up my love affair with food.

The steps I took today (both forward and backwards) are here:

-      - I went to the actual gym. I ‘ran’ for 30 minutes on the running machine. That was all. I used to do about 55 minutes but let’s start slowly right? Also, I was dropped off at the sports centre after my driving lesson when really I should have walked the 10 minutes between there and my house. I walked back though.

-       -I ate a considerable amount of cake. I love cake. I don’t mind having some cake but today involved quite a lot of cake, without even an occasion** to justify it. So I need to work on eating less excess foods. If you’re counting calories, which is sometimes entertaining, I ‘saved’ around 200 on the treadmill (I was half walking, half leisurely jogging) and probably gained around 500 GAZILLION on the cake parade.

-       I drove to pick up my sister with my mum, which hopefully burned a couple of calories during the exercise of severe anxiety/fear of imminent death. Didn’t die, also an achievement.

I should count my steps again, that would definitely help.

*yeah, I can end the endless by blogging.

**Occasions count as either birthdays or period.