Thursday, February 25, 2010

Earning an A+ in Pastry Class Can Only Mean 1 Thing

I'm still not wearing pants. Now that the grades have been turned in I can no longer justify my dairy laden, glutinous indulgence as a ‘leaning experience.’ With just six weeks of class left and a rebirth of a social life on the horizon, it’s time to focus on shedding this butter weight in attempts to get back down to ‘dating weight’ not to mention the elusive ‘single bridesmaid weight’ that will be needed this fall.

How did I let the return to double digit pant size happen? Well, if you do the math: calorie in + calories burned then multiply it by ‘life’s not fair, why do I have to be allergic to all things delicious’ bloating coefficient, it should come out just about right.

Since the Squeem falls just short of curing cancer and other miracles, it's not going to be much help buttoning my jeans. I’m afraid I’m going to have to render this butter of my thighs the old fashion way.

The worse part of reintroducing the gym into my daily routine is trying to pick up where I left off 3 months ago. Since I’m quite good at avoiding mirrors from the neck down the real reality check came the day after I attempt the old ‘normal gym routine.’  Sitting was painful the next day!

I may sings the praises of a gluten free diet but I sheepishly admit this to my closest friend (and the entire internet), there are just a handful of things in life I can think of that are more satisfying then and taking a bite of chewy, buttery, chocolate covered baked good.

Will power has never made it on my list of strengths. It takes all my inner strength to make a quick trip to Ikea and not fall into a three day Cinnabon binge! When spending 12 hours a week for three months elbow deep in tempered Swiss chocolate in a room filled with scent of hot butter pastries. Is it any wonder I succumbed to the oh-so sweet temptation?

As I say farewell to flour and climb and try and reclaim my seat on the Gluten Free Wagon in hopes of seeing the scales tip in the favor of NYC Single Scene ready I will be keep you posted on my progress.


Progress Tracker
Week 1: Acknowledging the problem, make sure running shoes still fit
- Check and Check. Getting started is easier then I thought!

1 comments:

Meghan said...

You could claim to have converted to Islam and then wrap yourself in cloth...I can't imagine they put a squeem on under there! Or a nun...whatever floats your chocolate covered boat!

Seriously...you crack me UP...your math equation made me literally LAUGH OUT LOUD. Good luck w/ the gym. And always looking fwd to the next addition to your site...life...kitchen...

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