Anyone who has seen me has asked at least once why I’m so skinny. Normally, I just shrug and mumble something about a fast metabolism. I know they’re looking for my secret, but the truth is I don’t have one. My job is unbelievably static. I sit at a desk and answer the phone. The only times I move from my rolling chair are to go to the bathroom and the cafeteria. I do get a modicum of exercise walking the four blocks to work and the three blocks to campus (But these are small town blocks, not really enough to call good exercise).
Tonight however, I think I’ve figured out the real reason. It happened like this. I was in the middle of writing something when I realized I was hungry. So I heated up some lasagna and sat back at the keyboard. Two hours later, I realized that over half of the lasagna was still sitting there. Stone cold and forgotten. It clearly wasn’t missed, since I no longer felt hungry and I threw it away.
That started me thinking. How many mornings have I woken with an idea and skipped breakfast to get it down? How many lunches have I eaten a measly peanut butter sandwich because I couldn’t waste those precious moments to cook something? And how many half dinners have sat forgotten?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m by no means starving. I’m definitely not anorexic. I’m a perfectly healthy 130 lbs to my 5’7″ body. I eat when I’m hungry, but I think the forgetfulness keeps me from over-eating.
Mystery solved. Exercise creativity instead of glutes.