…doesn’t mean you have to eat it (ALL).
I’ve gained twelve pounds on this show. Considering my size, that’s put me over the edge into the “overweight” territory. I’m not someone who obsesses over their weight, but the last thing I need is to be catching heat for being the tubby PA.
The PA lifestyle seems to lend itself to a bad diet. There’s very little time for exercise. Breakfast and lunch and second meal are free, so I end up ordering things I would never order (and then eating it all and licking my fingers afterward). And when I get hungry in the middle of the day, there’s always a handful of salted peanuts or a couple of Pop Tarts to tide me over.
Now that I think about it, it’s a miracle I haven’t gained thirty pounds.
Now that we’re in semi-wrap, I’m going to try to get better. I’m planning on building exercise into my regimen. I’m going to try to eat better. (Gonna try to cut out my beloved Pop Tarts.)
If nothing else, I’ll definitely lean up during unemployment.
Update: Birthday cupcakes in the office. A huddle has formed right beside my desk, talking about the best cupcakes in L.A. It’s taking everything I’ve got not to eat the rest of the cupcakes… I don’t even like cupcakes.