I have come to the conclusion that exercise is just bad for me.
On Monday, despite being tired and tempted to leave work to go home and be a lump, I dutifully did workout stuff. But the second I was finished, all I could think about was what I wanted to eat. And I wanted mashed potatoes and pizza and hot chocolate and something decadently delicious for dessert.
I might have only consumed some of that (okay, the decadence would have come in had we something suitable at home), but it was enough. Seriously. Does it ever change?
Do some people just exercise and finish up thinking, "My that was refreshing! That fulfilled some need. I don't need to eat junk now. How about I go nibble on a bunch of spinach." And if there are those people, why am I not one of them.
(Oh, the junk I've eaten since then, too. I'm only so-so with the healthful eating this week. And I wonder why I'm tired. Okay, so I know why I'm tired.)
(Also, I'm kind of hoping I've sworn off store-bought cupcakes for now. I love the idea of them, and they often sound so ridiculously good, but they pretty much never taste very good to me. I don't really like cake that much, but I do like a good homemade cake, so I know it's not a complete aversion to cupcakes. (If only.) I think one day I'll be a little less lazy and actually bake a batch.)