The dormant snacker
I'll just say, the high word has to come out sometime. I am too heavy. Not too much maybe, but still: too heavy. It's supposed to be a few pounds off. To get this done, my wife set up a drastic program. Every day an hour of exercise, walking or cycling for example. In addition, the meals are addressed. Wrong fats are wrong and evening snacking is a thing of the past. The tablecloth that usually had to carry a whole load of dishes and glasses in the evening remained jealously empty. Just two bare glasses of water and a rusty scissors. Consequence: a permanent feeling of hunger.
My wife carefully monitors my actions. Every footstep near the fridge is followed with suspicity, and the tasty things from our cellar she gets herself. In strategic locations, cameras are mounted that will shoot the heavy material as soon as they detect a movement.
That's not all. Today she came home with a mat. Yeah, just a mat. She picked it up at the cigar shop on the corner.
“Isn't that a weird place to get a mat? “ I asked.
Heel goed gedaan weer!
maar ja, kijk, ... ze kent je blijkbaar wel goed ... ;-)
Succes met het afvallen.
Ik bundelde vandaag net allemaal mijn blog over afvallen:
https://yoo.rs/candy.bodycoach/blog/alles-over-afslanken-1516616866.html?Ysid=38328
En alles over bewegen:
https://yoo.rs/candy.bodycoach/blog/tips-om-te-bewegen-1516615799.html?Ysid=38328