Where has it been all my life?
I’m not quite sure what it’s made of, and I don’t know what those little orbs of yummy floating around inside it are, but I’m hooked. I can’t keep my face out of the stuff and that is a problem. I was briefly relieved of my addiction this week when we ran out of it at work, but a couple days later one of the cooks turned up with a vat of it so big I could have sat inside and eaten my way out. I hadn’t been so happy since that surprise sale at the Steve Madden outlet.
Anyway, I’m afraid that this new tapioca addiction of mine is going to hinder all the weight-loss progress I made. I was discussing my little dilemma with a friend over coffee (There may have been pie. I admit nothing!) when they suggested that I take up some form of martial art. Um… Have we met?
I probably should start actually working out, though. Especially since this tapioca thing is clearly going to destroy me.
The truth is, I get bored at gyms. It’s repetitious and boring and I stopped wasting my money on memberships years ago. The last time I tried, I dropped a ridiculous amount of cash to join one of those fancy-pants casino spas, then spent more time in the hot tubs and steam rooms than anything else. To be completely honest, I only remember passing the actual gym part of the spa on my way to the sauna. What I need is something more structured and disciplined that will actually hold my interest.
I took a kickboxing class for a while when I was like 22, but that was a long time ago. I think these days I may need an actual can opener to get that can of whoop-ass open (Electric, please).