I went to the gym with Melissa today...and as per usual, we worked out....hard. I was sweating my brains out. I actually think my IQ is dropping. And so when I got home, I was more than happy to smell my mother's stew coming from the kitchen since I had gone straight from work to the gym and was famished. So I walked into the kitchen and had a bowl of this.
And then I discovered that my mom had also made this!
I should make this very clear. I'm not actually going to the gym to lose weight. I'm going so that I can eat what I want, and not feel guilty. So tonight at dinner, I paid no heed to anything, and ate 3 bowls of stew, and had 4 pieces of toast. Count it. 4 pieces of freakin texas toast. My mother informed me later that I ate 800 calories of toast. It's a good thing I went to the gym today. I'm just hoping that at some point, a little guilt sets in.