I didn’t go to work today – I’ve been resting. One minute you are enjoying rest, the next your brain is telling you that you are getting fat and the only reason you lost weight was because you were exercising so much and now you are going to put ALL the weight back on… and you are sick and a teeny chocolate would make you feel better…
Resting is evil. Evil.
Every time I read someone’s blog and they are talking about running or doing cardio, I get nasty little jealous thoughts and want to blow them up. I’ve been trying to work out how many calories you burn playing Spider Solitaire but I fear it’s not enough.
I did do something productive – I made up a batch of Slow Cook Moroccan Stew (recipe here) and froze up 4 batches of it then added some rice and left over sausages for tonight’s dinner.
Then I realised I shouldn’t be eating TWO sausages but it was too late. I’d et them.
Tomorrow morning I’m going to the doctors then to work. Well unless the doctor says I have some illness requiring hospitalisation. The other bad thing about rest is that you can look up the symptoms of all kinds of diseases, like bird flu, and realise you have them all.
I am so looking forward to not resting tomorrow.