I ditched beer drinking a week to cut down on the caloric intake and switched back to wine and vodka (ohhhh the sacrifices) but it still has not made much of a dent plus as an added bonus I keep having nightmares about the size of my ballooning stomach…so today I changed into my tv watching/work out clothing and headed to the small park a block from where I am living and exercised for… less than 20 minutes.
Some of this time was admittedly spent analyzing a man also working
out who I felt could easily stab or rape somebody (probably me) based on the energy he was giving out. I made mental notes as to his features (serial killerish) in case of a line up later at the Moussad station later.
The park (like many parks here) had some outdoor gym equipment which I fooled around on until I decided to try running. I ran for like 3 minutes…literally. I felt like I was torturing myself. It felt like I was running in slow motion.
I need to do this every day. Ugh.