Thursday, 3 February 2011
Scary Secretary and I have enjoyed the grazing, especially when the Thornton's boxes turn up. After all we're posh birds at heart. But as we've stuffed our faces with delightful choccy treats we've admired Mr Metrosexual's self-discipline. Not a single tasty treat has passed his lips. Yet, the effort he's expended has yielded very slow rewards whereas my . weight loss plan progresses consistently except when on holiday where the excuse of imbibing extra calories to keep warm may have been overdone! Yet, in the normal world, I 'cheat' fairly often and confess that more than the occasional morsel of calorific gorgeousness passes my lips whereas Mr Metrosexual shuns proffered chocolate and other delightful morsels as if they were poison. So, how can this be?
Scary Secretary and I got out heads together and we think we've come up with the answer. The activity level of a working mum living in a two storey house far outweighs that of a single man living in a bungalow who employs a cleaner. Chore-y Thursday and all those other daily activities around the home not only keep the place shipshape but also equate to a visit to the gym! Changing beds, cleaning bathrooms and yes, running up and down stairs several time to check on the progress of a child on a school day morning must be akin to an aerobic workout. And isn't it reassuring that all that nagging of family members that seems so effortful could well be burning some extra calories too?