Unwanted Guilt
I went to the gym this past afternoon & did a reasonable amount of exercise (by my paltry standards, naturally). Following which, I had a light lunch which was really simple, healthy & yummy. A very good lunch by any standards. I was comfortable & I lay in bed, reading & dozing off once in a while. It was a good afternoon. Generally relaxing with a touch of achievement from the gym session.
The day topped off with dinner with the extended family at my aunt's place, & gatherings at my aunt's place are always notable for the abundance of delicious food. My notion of a diet is eating whatever I want, whenever I want, & the combination of the very good food & my more-than-usual hunger saw me making my way through two plates of dinner & three bowls of dessert (I have no willpower whatsoever in the face of ras malai.).
I've been quite lucky so far, when it comes to food & my weight. I have had a reasonably high metabolic rate thus far & it has only been since The Father has stepped up on his claims that my metabolic rate will soon be drastically dropping & then I'll be piling on weight unless I start watching what I eat & getting more active, that I've been trying to exercise at all.
Tonight, for the first time in many many years, I felt actually guilty about the amount I had eaten for dinner & sat about contemplating how I had pretty much killed the good of the afternoon's gym session with the over-indulging at dinner.
I don't like the feeling. I don't like having to feel guilty about eating & enjoying massively what I eat. I'm going to keep on trying to get some sort of exercise on a regular basis, but I don't think I'm ready just yet to really start watching what I eat. I'm hoping that's some time away.
The day topped off with dinner with the extended family at my aunt's place, & gatherings at my aunt's place are always notable for the abundance of delicious food. My notion of a diet is eating whatever I want, whenever I want, & the combination of the very good food & my more-than-usual hunger saw me making my way through two plates of dinner & three bowls of dessert (I have no willpower whatsoever in the face of ras malai.).
I've been quite lucky so far, when it comes to food & my weight. I have had a reasonably high metabolic rate thus far & it has only been since The Father has stepped up on his claims that my metabolic rate will soon be drastically dropping & then I'll be piling on weight unless I start watching what I eat & getting more active, that I've been trying to exercise at all.
Tonight, for the first time in many many years, I felt actually guilty about the amount I had eaten for dinner & sat about contemplating how I had pretty much killed the good of the afternoon's gym session with the over-indulging at dinner.
I don't like the feeling. I don't like having to feel guilty about eating & enjoying massively what I eat. I'm going to keep on trying to get some sort of exercise on a regular basis, but I don't think I'm ready just yet to really start watching what I eat. I'm hoping that's some time away.
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