I think people wonder how at nearly 30 years old I’m the same size I was in high school. I don’t have a regular exercise regime and I hardly watch what I eat. With this being said I prepare healthy meals and choose wholesome snacks the best I can. Lately, the chocolate and baking addiction has overcome me with a once a day slip up. I’m going to tell you a little secret about my weight. Brace yourself; this skinny bitch is about to blow your mind.
I RUN* EVERYWHERE. I don’t go for an organized jog or anything, I just run. Why walk, when you can possibly get to your destination more quickly? My resting heart rate is always above 80 because I’m never resting. That burns a lot of baking.
This all started when I was very young and living at my parents’ house. They had a dark hallway that gave me the creeps and my bedroom just so happened to be at the end of it. Aside from sleeping on the shag carpet in the living room, which still haunts the floor of my parents’ house, my only option was to face my fear. I am not known for my courage, so I started running up and down the hallway. Now that I’m grown up and possess logic, I know I could have turned the light on, and maybe I’d be a few pounds heavier in consequence. Coincidently, Jack and I live in a house with a dark hallway. I make it seem like I’m being playful running from him to get to our bedroom at the end of the hallway. It’s less childish that way and maybe somewhat romantic? But you have to know that I’m sprinting down that same hallway when Jack’s not home; a little faster and with more purpose.
It isn’t just dark, shady situations that make me run for my life. It gets beyond cold in Alberta and I only just discovered Long Johns a couple of years ago (not to mention the fact that Long Johns bunch up under my pants and make for awkward wedgie picking moments throughout the day). That’s a lot of winters with only one pant layer thus; you can see why I would run places. Have you ever had your jeans freeze to your legs? Me neither; I’m too fast for that!
Lastly, I get doing things, like writing a blog post and lose track of time. I’m not sure if it’s called irony because I wrote through that English class, but even though I’m Lady Leisure, I still have to get shit done. I have appointments where I have to be somewhere at a specific time which is rather inconvenient for someone like me. I now have 10 minutes before I have to be somewhere 12 minutes away. I make that time up by running.
So there you have it. The ultimate secret to weight maintenance: being a procrastinating princess living in a cold climate.
*More like power-walking than running. Well, a brisk walk with arms flailing.