Grocery list, gym--check

I finally went to the gym yesterday. It had been a while, and I have no explanation for my lack of intertia other than I was being lazy. It was cold out, I was tired and I'm sure I could come up with a whole bunch of lame, dumb excuses if you asked me. I hate it when I don't go to the gym, because there is nothing more defeating than watching my ten bucks or whatever it is, being removed from my bank account every two weeks and realizing that I have literally flushed it down the drain. I may be glutonous, but I don't like to be wasteful.

My gym is inside a grocery store. Don't ask me why, it just is. I have to walk into the store, go up a set of stairs where I can stand on a mezzanine and survey the produce-squeezing shoppers below. It sounded like a good idea. I would get my workout in, then get my grocery shopping done. I love multi-tasking. Except that right after my very first visit, I began to see the folly in my plan. After I work out, I'm hungry. I never understand those people who say they aren't hungry after exercise--that seems like the kind of thing that could throw the universe out of whack (just like time travelling.) Not only am I hungry, I'm ravenous.

That first day I went to the gym, I came out and walked down the stairs surveying the chocolate, cheese and slices of freshly baked pizza in the deli before me. It was like walking into a heroin shop if you're a heroin addict. (I'm aware there is no such thing as a heroin shop--I'm trying to illustrate a point here. Get off my back.) I had to remain strong. I turned away from the offending delights and left the store--that day. I can't promise I've been that good all the time and I definitely can't promise I'll be that good in the future.

This weekend was a total loss. I weighed in at 146.5 lbs this morning, which means I didn't gain from last week, so I guess that was the best I could hope for. (I said I didn't weigh myself last Monday, but I lied. I did.) I must lose this week, because I am sick of my own crapulence.