Christmass. I'm with the grunch on this, except for the sappy ending.
Monday, December 26, 2016
Family visits. Glarrrrgh.
It means there's no space and privacy to do my workout videos, meals are far too long and the company is, frankly, too frustrating, given that my main male relatives make little bones about the fact that I'm the lowest creature a hierarchy which officially doesn't exist, harhar. Good intentions for the coming year: christmass with friends. Or strangers, which, as I have learned, can be even better.
Well, kudos to me, I handle the stress be either burying myself in work or learning languages or by getting outside to walk or cycle. Much much better than scoffing down all the christmass cookies in one go. So yay me.
The caloric effects of walking are disgustingly low, though. Not even a hundred calories per hour! For the love off ...! 80 minutes of walking don't even make up for three cookies!
Thank goodness for living in a bicycle friendly area.