For a while now I have been watching my diet, exercising regularly, and all the good stuff. That said, I have learnt that for my sanity (and the sanity of those around me) there are times when you have to forget about the diet and celebrate the moment.
For me – Easter is one of those times. For the Easter weekend I do not exercise, I do not track my diet, I just enjoy the occasion… And eat *lots* of chocolate.
In fact, my Easter chocolate binge has become a tad excessive. You see, come Monday morning I am back to tracking everything. So somewhere in my mind I have decided that the best thing to do is to try and eat all of the chocolate I can before the weekend is over. That way I do not have to balance a large amount of outstanding chocolate with the rest of my diet. Makes sense? Right??
Anyway, questionable logic aside, I made a reasonable attempt at “death by chocolate” this year – and when all was said and done I had a small bowl of solid little Easter eggs come Monday morning:
Now, to be clear. This is a small bowl. I can hold it in one hand easily. And these are the smallest little Easter eggs you can get.
So after work I sat and looked at this bowl and thought to myself: “How much exercise would I have to do to be able to eat the whole darned bowl today, and still stay on my diet”. After a lot of number crunching, the results were depressing (to say the least).
A one hour (60 minute) walk? Three eggs:
*cough*
A one hour run, covering over 8 kilometers? Ten eggs:
To eat the whole bowl? You would literally have to run a marathon. 42 kilometers of running (which for me would take about 4 hours, and would probably kill me in the process).
Tonight I opted for the 8 kilometer run and had ten eggs with a coffee afterwards. But it does make me quite aware of the fact that I ate a staggering amount of chocolate yesterday, and I will probably be paying for that for a couple of days yet…
Cheers,
Ben
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