Is Your Job Making You Fat?

How many of you eat better at your job than you do at home? I don’t mean junk food either. There has been so much food and dessert at my job these last few weeks, I’m considering filing a class action suit against my current employer for my weight gain. Okay I’m kidding just in case they get wind of this post, but I used to weigh 140 lbs. I don’t any more. I’m 5′ 10″, so I know how to hide some weight, just put on higher heels and appear even taller, but truthfully, I can see the difference. I looked at some old photos of myself and some new photos and I don’t like my new double chin.

We are always surrounded by food left over from client meetings, staff meetings, dessert trays, home made goodies, fund raisers. It’s hard not to indulge, I can’t walk past a cookie! On Fridays we always get breakfast. I say they are feeding us well to fatten us up for the slaughter. The food is great, but at least take away our chair, make us stand. Don’t feed the cattle and then send us back to our desk to sit down! Give us an exercise ball to sit on. Move the copier out into the parking lot. Instead of fire drills, ring a bell so we can all run laps around the office. Buy us a pair of blinders to wear around the office so we can’t see the tray of food to the left, to the left.

How do you avoid office weight gain? Do you have any solutions? The Nancy Regan Diet: Just Say No? I already ran my idea past a few people and they seem to be willing to blame someone else for our extra weight gain…or maybe we could all just roll ourselves to the elevator and go to the gym downstairs.

Maybe I could just calm down and give the gym one more try before I call my lawyer.

What A Pain!

I haven’t been away from my computer, just unable to blog because of a headache turned migraine. I have been writing though, in my head, and I will be back to Thinking Out Loud real soon. This past weekend, I did update the look on my personal website, keeping it clean and simple. Why not take a look and use the shout box to tell me what you think of my new look. Otherwise, there’s nothing new to report. I’m dreading the east coast weather, mainly because I hate the cold. If it’s 60 degrees outside, it feels 45 degrees to me. I have my sweaters and thermals all lined up and ready for action. Stay warm if you’re not!

I’m back on the wagon, sort of

I’m back to wagging my tongue, that is…I started exercising again and yesterday was my first day. It went really well. I left my shorts at home and ended up having lunch with my mother and 5 slices of cake, so technically, I’m off the wagon and it ran me over. It was a new recipe for her and I had to show my support, five times.

Today, however, I went downstairs to the gym at work, and I got on the treadmill like I was on it yesterday. So much for taking it easy on the first day. I walked at a fast pace because I have long legs and I can. After 25 minutes or so, I decided to test my heart rate. I put my hands on the sensors and waited. My heart rate read 107! I said, no, that can’t be right, I’m working harder than that, something is wrong. So I decided to increase the speed and then I tested again. My heart rate is now 94. Confused. Either the numbers have decreased or a 1 is missing in front of the 9. Okay now my feelings are hurt so I run for a minute and 30 seconds. All I was hoping for was my heart rate and to stay conscious during this time so I could tell the EMT what really happened.*

After my short run, I was sure my heart rate would be in the 150’s. I put my hands on the sensors and it read a whopping 42. I said, okay, that must be how many minutes I have to live because my heart is about to give out. I tested several times after that to see if I could get a reading. I got NOTHING. Not one number showed up on that digital panel. I wrapped up my workout just in case that was a sign and made a mental note of the 1-800 number on the machine. Somebody needs to call them and tell them that machine is broken! Tomorrow, I take my workout outside. I hope my pedometer is working.

Anywho, it feels great to do something nice and healthy for your body, but cookies are nice too. I found this report on Yahoo that said avoiding sweets COULD help you live longer. So could avoiding a bullet, I want a cookie. I’m not one of those people who say you have to die from something. In fact, I would rather die from nothing, just leave my cause of death blank. I’m partial to breathing. Is giving up sweets really going to add years to my life? I doubt it, but giving up sweets may decrease the life of those around me. So everything in moderation, well everything except for everything illegal. I’m rambling, this is supposed to be about exercise. I ramble on paper because it can’t run like people. Paper is such a patient, forgiving and understanding listener and if it isn’t, my eraser is…Now, oh, okay back to the report. I no longer have any faith in these reports and studies because the information is inconsistent. One year coffee will kill you and grind you up, the next year, coffee with green tea extract will add years to your life. Please, everything in moderation and while “they” are making up their minds, I’m going to have a cookie…..

*This is not a James Frey blog, this stuff really happened, I just tell the funny version, there was no EMT, this time. Oprah you can call me and select my blog as the blog of the month for your book club. Better yet, start a blog club and just mention that you read mine and people will be trying to buy it. Please.