An astute Skinny Cow may glean from my post title that I haven't quite been on track recently. Sure, I have an injury (which may, in fact, be a stress fracture - waiting for x-ray results) but that doesn't mean I necessarily needed to eat all those chocolate coated ice creams. Or the barbecue chips. Or the chocolate biscuits. Or the sausages/bacon/mushroom fry-up from the other night. Don't you love the logic? "I can't exercise, so I'll triple my caloric intake, and make sure most of it is fat and sugar."
And in a Burst Of The Ironic, I ate much of this whilst lying on the couch watching The Biggest Loser.
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Six and a half years later
3 years ago
4 comments:
I know you try to be funny.
But I feel bad laughing at your expense because I would be doing EXACTLY the same things.
Hope it's not a fracture, but I always KNEW exercise was bad for you!
Oh no, I hope it's not a fracture too! You are my C25K inspiration!
I love your phrase "a Burst of the Ironic."
Ouch, i hope its not fractured!
You know watching the Biggest Loser is ALWAYS my junk food eating time. BAd. You are not alone.
Actually I think I would prefer it to be fractured. That at least has a definite treatment and an approximate timeline for healing. It's the "might be a ligament, might be a tendon, actually we're not sure so take some Voltaren and come back later if it's no better" diagnosis that's killing me. I want to DO something to fix it, not just "see how it goes".
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