The problem with doing exercise is it makes me want to eat. Then usually the idea of doing the exercise in the first place is to reduce the extra pounds around my girth. Not to mention the doughnuts either. I just don't know what it is. My appetite becomes even more voracious. It's not like I'm eating good quality healthy food either. Take yesterday for instance. I got on my bike and had a 6 mile round drip ride, to a supermarket. Got there, bought various items and ended up having a meal for one Indian, chicken madras, rice, nan bread etc followed by a couple of slices of battenburge cake (very nice to) and a few strawberries. The Indian really wasn't up to much, which is the way it goes with ready made meals from supermarkets. I looked at it before throwing the thing in the microwave and wondered how come the pieces of chicken looked so palid, like they hadn't even been cooked in the sauce? It was obvious, they hadn't, the sauce and the chicken had just been dropped into the container, probably by a machine which didn't care a great deal about it. Mind, I must say the sauce was OK, I've had controlled flatulence all day long. Controlled meant running off away from people to have a good fart somewhere less populated. That will teach me. Big not to self. When having an Indian make sure it is on a Friday or Saturday. In fact any night where the next day I'm not going to need human contact. So with the cake, Indian and strawberries I doubt if the 6 mile bike ride actually burnt off as much as I consumed.
Alternatively it could be some reluctant part of my personality or brain which is subconsciously saying "you don't want to lose weight, be slim, fit, healthy or a stud muffin. It's hard work. Live with yourself. Get over it." It's not a loud voice which says this, it's like a whisper I can barely hear, well, if I heard it then I would be suffering from not just weight gain but some mental disorder as well. Hell, one problem at a time is enough, I don't need two. When I think back to the days when I used to run miles, maybe 4 or 5 times a week. I was skinny. Now I understand why. Then I didn't eat much either. On account of not having much money and a poorly paid job. When you look at third world developing countries being fat is something they generally don't have any issues with, on account of not many of them being fat. I could go and get my jaws wired up, or even stomach surgery, but I'm not as grossly fat as that. Just enough to be disturbed by it. Maybe I should start taking some of those berries they advertise. The ones which cost an arm and a leg. It makes sense, if you spend a lot of money on dried up health food berries you won't have so much to spend on food and then you will also want the berries to work, on account of their cost so in turn don't eat so much. Hypnosis. This is what I should consider. I once saw a show where they hypnotist made his subject jump up out of the seat as though it was on fire whenever he heard a certain word. There must be a suggestion which can be made to make me feel I don't have to eat so much. I know "you're fat, stop eating that doughnut" I'm sure it will work. Unless of course my subconscious mind decides to jump in there and negotiate. It's enought to drive one crazy.
Well if it comes to it, I'll just have to give up exercising. Put the bike on ebay, avoid the pub, all Chinese restaurants and find another highly addictive passtime. But as I sit here, I can't think of anything I'd like to do. Maybe I should have a cheese and pickle sandwich, it'll get the little grey cells working.
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