So, my new found joblessness has had a unwanted side effect (besides poverty). I'm getting FAT. Now that I've given up fast food and am cooking for myself there is food in the house all of the time. Which means that I can eat as soon as I feel the first little inkling of hunger. Which means I DO eat at the first little inkling of hunger.
While I no longer have the vending machine at work to tempt me, I now have last nights tacos calling my name 10 minutes after I've had breakfast. I have more free time on my hands which is spent looking for a job, making spreadsheets about looking for a job, driving to the wasband's house to do laundry, and looking for a job. These are generally sedentary activities. No taco calories burned.
Occasionally one of the movies I watch while I work on the computer gets my heart pumping (or breaking) but generally not. Quentin Tarintino movies are usually the culprit (don't judge me -- remember I'm jobless).
I weighed myself this morning and it was a wake-up call. I need to start being mobile (and sveltish)...and perhaps I should re-think giving up salad for lent three years ago and never going back (yes, the joke was tacky. Shut it).
So, a new goal. Let's hope it turns out better than the new year's "every day a new post" resolution.