Oh man, do I want a treadmill desk.
I was at the gym this morning, and I did 30 minutes on the elliptical. I got really tired, and my feet hurt (because for some reason the elliptical makes my feet hurt), and I said “I can’t do this anymore” so I moved to the treadmill. I walked at a brisk pace of 4.2 (does that mean 4.2 miles per hour?), and I finished watching my episode of Roswell (alien version of Twilight). While walking, I realized that even though I was walking pretty quickly, I could still be steady enough to view the mini screen on my iPhone well enough. It made me think a lot about having a treadmill desk. I think that I could spend most of my day just walking. No matter how slowly, it’s something. Lately, I’ve just been sitting on the couch with my laptop. Whether I’m looking up recipes, reading or writing blog entries, doing homework, or even just reading a book, I’m sitting on the couch. With a treadmill desk, I could do all of these things while walking! Even going just two miles an hour (2.0 on a treadmill?) is super slow for me, but that’s still an extra 200 calories burned. I read somewhere that no matter how you do it, you burn 100 calories for every mile. It doesn’t matter if you run it in 5 minutes, 9 minutes, or walk it in 15. It’s 100 calories burned. The only thing that is different is the time it takes you to complete it. That is very interesting to me. I could most definitely just hang out and walk for 5 hours during the day. Spend my Sundays watching a movie and walking. Read my chapters for school while walking. First I’d need a treadmill, though. And I wouldn’t buy a treadmill desk, I’d make my own like this one.
I understand that the reason that I’m not losing weight is because I eat too much. I get it. Today, while babysitting, I made myself a cup of soup (left over from my homemade stuff), then I had some strawberries and blueberries in milk. (notice the nice kid-safe plastic bowl?)
Then I had an egg white sandwich on an English muffin (cause the soup wasn’t my real lunch). Then I had some baby carrots. Then I had a clementine. Then an orange. Then more baby carrots. Then some string cheese while I was feeding the baby. Too much food! Then I came home and had dinner. I think I’ve decided I can’t go to a Super Bowl Party on Sunday because I will over eat. I would rather not put my self in that situation, because I’ve discovered that I have no self control. I do have control when it comes to putting myself in those situations (where bad food is available for free, and is just out there for people to eat). Once I get there, however, I’ll just eat and eat and eat! It’s like I never get full.
Like tonight, at 9:30 I got a craving for Honey Bunches of Oats. I swear I should just start eating them for dinner. Maybe that would cut my night time craving. So I was telling myself “Well, I’m not really that hungry, right? *trying to read my stomach - is it empty? full? just barely enough room for HBOO**” So then I think “Ok, well, I can have half a cup, and that will still take care of my craving. And then maybe I could just add a whole banana rather than just a half, and I’ll fill up more on fruit. Oh, but wait, bananas are one of those bad fruits that you’re really not suppose to eat a lot of.” Seriously? Bad fruit? What the heck is wrong with me?
Luckily, I just told myself “Quick, grab your computer and go to bed! Once you get upstairs the cereal will be too far away. Run. Run NOW!!!” So I did. I grabbed my computer (to finish this post - I almost abandoned it on the couch, but thought “blog post!” - I had already started it), and the new book I started reading, Riding the Bus With My Sister, and booked it upstairs. I chugged a bunch of water, and got my set up ready for the night (I have a water glass next to my bed that needed refilling for my mid-night pill taking, and a pan on my radiator for steam - see eye popping graphic below). But now I am safely in bed, away from a bowl of HBOO. I will just have to wait until tomorrow morning to have one! And now, after I spent time making this awesome graphic with Photoshop (just look at my mad skills!), I am going to read now.
