HFCS: effika’s blog

So as absolutely none of you know, I’ve started lifting weights. I really enjoy running (and will probably start that up in earnest soon once Jay has a regular schedule at work), but I also would like to not look like a bag of skin and bones. One summer in high school I ran every day until my legs were jelly, far longer than my family’s lazy dalmatian wanted to run. Upon seeing me in a tank top a friend’s mom (David’s) decided I had an eating disorder, even though I was constantly at their house eating pizza and making chocolate chip cookies at 3 am.

I’m not really a very strong person, physically. My legs are great at making me run, but my arms suck at lifting heavy things and my back gets tired easily. For instance, I’m having to work up to using 10lbs with this exercise. I’d like to turn the extra 15 pounds I picked up after college into muscle.

The real point of this post is that lifting weights is making it hard for me to be my slouchy gluttonous self. If I slouch in my chair at work or don’t stand up straight I get uncomfortable. Tonight Jay and I went out to eat at one of our favorite restaurants, one we haven’t had the chance to go to in a month or so. I was really hungry so I ate quickly, visually gauging what was usually my full point for that meal. I always over eat here, but normally not enough to be too upset over the consequences. Apparently muscles aren’t as accomodating as the normal lumps of fat in my abdomen when I over eat. Those lumps of fat never complained when they got smooshed out from a large meal, but muscles apparently prefer to not be distorted like that.

Also, Fiber One Caramel Delight cereal tastes exactly like Cinnamon Toast Crunch, but it has 9 grams of fiber in one serving! It’s sugary cereal for grown-ups.