Happy & Healthy

The day I left a bottle of Rully to go to the gym

Yes, you read that right. The day I left a very good bottle of wine because I went to the gym was yesterday. I will now explain how or what.

As you know, I weighed 81 kilos a while ago. But thanks to a nice yet quite strict low-carb diet, I have now lost five kilos. Five kilos, people! That's five packs of milk. Five liter bottles of cola. Five liter bottles of orange juice. Five packs of yogurt. Five packs of eggs! Admittedly, I don't know if those also weigh a kilo, but it's the idea that counts. I think a pack of eggs weighs quite a bit.

Now for the bad news: I can't seem to lose more than five kilos. At least, not that easily. And that's of course a problem, because according to the Nutrition Center, I only reach a healthy weight again at 74 kilos. So I decided to start exercising. You read that right: exercising! Haha. What a situation. But what must be done, must be done. So I called up a friend who also really needs to exercise. We pulled out our calendars and made the appointment of appointments. A Sports Appointment. However, you can shout that you're going to exercise as much as you want and make sports appointments with friends as much as you want, but then you just shouldn't forget the actual appointment like I did. And so, no bottle of Rully (that's annoyingly delicious fatty white wine) bought at the liquor store and then go drink it like I did.

”Huh? What a strange, unheimlich feeling all of a sudden?”

And so it happened that last night I was enjoying the bottle of Rully blissfully and unsuspectingly (together with my boyfriend) and suddenly I thought: huh? What a strange, unheimlich feeling all of a sudden? I have the feeling that something was happening tonight. Wasn't there something tonight? What did I have tonight? Mm. Let me think.

Oh FUCK, I was supposed to go exercise!!!!!

Well folks, those are not pleasant sensations, I can tell you. When you've just had a lovely glass of Rully and you're enjoying the sun on your rooftop terrace, there's only one thing you don't want to do, and that is exercise. But, but, but! I still went. You read that right. I still went. I put the bottle of Rully back (pumped and all) and after an hour, I just went to the gym. And man-oh-man, it was super. And I am so proud of myself. I feel like I've already lost those last two kilos. It's not true, it's not true, but who cares.

With this, I want to call on everyone (who finds themselves in similar situations) to especially think back to this piece (and all the tremendous suffering in this piece). Because if I can leave a bottle of Rully to go exercise, well, then no one has a valid reason not to go, you know.

So. I'm now going to enjoy my bottle of Rully.