There is Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough in the House!

Going into my third week of the Biggest Loser. It turns out it's a full-time job. First, there's the turning up at the gym at the appointed time. Always a challenge. Our trainers are so serious they've added a half-hour to our workout so we have to turn up a half-hour early three days a week. That makes for three 90-minute workouts.

Then there's the homework. We're supposed to be working up to 90 minutes of aerobic activity each day that we don't train with as a team. I have not succeeded at this but have worked up to an hour.

Worst of all is the eating. There are more bad things about eating -- or not eating -- than I can count. One is that you have to do it six times a day, so you're faced with making good choices all day long. (Surely it is easier to quit smoking where you can just avoid cigarettes and eat chocolate chip cookie dough all day instead.)

Then there are other bad things about eating: planning, going grocery shopping and cooking. Yesterday I was so sick of thinking about food that I handed Lily my official Biggest Loser cookbook and told her to pick out three meals. So we're having Italian, Italian and Mexican this week. (Italian with whole wheat and protein noodles and probably not many of them.)

My poor family. I needed to make up for this, so now there is chocolate chip cookie dough in the house. So far I haven't touched it other than to pay for it. Chocolate chip cookies, whether cooked or raw, are my favorite thing. Yes, I know somebody died from raw cookie dough. At least then I wouldn't have to work out anymore. If I ever get suicidal, that's my weapon of choice.

Everything hurts. I have to use the handrail to walk down stairs. My behind hurts from the spin class, where I'm glad we weren't going anywhere or they would have left me on the side of the road. No, excuse me. At the bottom of the mountain.

Then they took us outside and made us run up and down an actual hill. A big hill with a lot of history, where Sherman's troops came to burn down a powerful Confederate general's mansion. Of course I wasn't thinking about that. I was thinking about how I had chocolate chip cookie dough at home in the refrigerator.

I'm feeling better and I'm proud of how hard I'm working. But my schedule is completely out of whack. No time for paying work. No time for writing the novel. No time for anything but working hard, planning meals with little food involved and driving carpool and to various after-school lessons. I think even the horses are losing weight (just kidding -- they have giant hay bellies because nobody has time to ride).

I can do anything for ten more weeks. With joy and gratitude.

But somebody had better go eat that cookie dough soon or it might be me.

Comments

[lori]

Lori wept.

[Polish Guy]

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[Polish Guy]

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