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splurge smartly

I have recently become a fitness addict. Since the beginning of February I have been working out 5 times a week.

Why does everyone seem so surprised when I tell them that? "Oh wow...really?"

Yes...REALLY. And I am about to add another day to fit in more cardio.

Not much to my surprise, I had not lost any weight. I am a sweet tooth fiend. Any cake, cookie, brownie, cupcake, m&m calls my name. And calls...and calls...till I give in and go nuts.

Right now I am having to answer to a trainer about my eating habits. She is putting me in my place and I can't believe how little amount of sweets I have had, but I crave them all the time! Even after she said once I up my protein intake I shouldn't crave as much (maybe I didn't hear her correctly)

Then comes an article I read in my Weight Watchers magazine. Dr. Oz, whom I guess is a big TV personality with his own show, has an article in there. Something about seven secrets of healthy living. I get to number 4. Spurge Smartly. It basically says that instead of reaching for sweets he has sex. two or three times a week.

Well, I am sorry Dr. Oz that you only crave sweets two or three times a week. I crave sweets 2 or 3 times a minute. So if I replaced that splurge with sex, I would always be having sex. Nonstop. 24-7. But I guess the good thing would be that I wouldn't have the time to eat sweets.

So there you have it. I still don't see how that is going to make me not eat sweets though...

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