Whooper vs. Treadmill

I was watching the Today Show this morning and Natalie Morales did a segment with Dr. Nancy Snyderman titled “An Hour A Day Keeps The Weight Away." A new study involving 34,000 middle age women suggests that the current government guidelines regarding women and exercising are not enough. Currently the government guidelines suggest that women should aim for 30 minutes of exercise at least five days a week, in order to maintain their current weight. Studies suggest that on average women tend to gain 1-½ lbs. per year, which over the years tend to add up. However, the new study suggests that in order to maintain weight women need to aim for one hour of exercise seven days a week. WHAT?!? I’d like to know if this so called panel of experts in charge of this study may have been smoking crack while this study was taking place. At least then it would make a little more sense. I’m struggling just to find 30-40 minutes five days a week…and if I’m lucky I might even be able to squeeze in a shower.

This is my fourth week of my new exercise regimen, which consists of trying to run three miles at least five days a week. I’m actually at the point where I look forward to running because I feel so good afterwards. I also seem to watch what I eat a little more mostly because of the effort I’m putting into running.

On Monday I had a doctors appointment in Dearborn. Did I mention I was hungry on the way to my appointment? I was there for about two hours. So as you can imagine, on the way home I was starving. I could barely concentrate on driving because I couldn’t get the thought of a Whopper out of my head. I would normally take Southfield Freeway to 75 South, which would be the fastest. Instead I decide to take Outer Drive to Pelham until in turns into Allen Road. I think subconsciously I just happen to remember there is as Burger King on the corner of Allen Road and Northline. At this point I still have no intentions of stopping. As I get closer to Northline I continue to stay in the right hand lane. I’m probably going about 45 miles per hour when I make the split decision to turn into Burger King. I pull into the drive thru with tires smoking, I may have even been on two wheels, I don’t know. I order a Whooper with cheese and I can actually taste it as I’m ordering. I immediately start unwrapping that bad boy as I’m driving and oh boy is it good. But, you know how the bun is always a lot bigger than the actual burger? Well, at this point I’ve managed to finish the burger in under a minute. Now I’m debating on whether or not I should just toss the rest. I can’t do it, so at this point I proceed to eat the mayonnaise bread. Wow, talk about feeling guilty. Satisfied but guilty.

The moral of this story? Always take the Freeway whenever possible and by all means avoid the side roads at all cost! They’re deadly.

Just a day in the life…