(Obviously these are the Devil Days of February...)
I go through periods where I'm pretty disciplined about working out. But then something interrupts my groove and it's a sudden mudslide into donuts, cookies, and lots of cheese and other carbs. On my way down I grope for something to hold on to, to keep myself from sliding to the very bottom, but all I manage to grab are chocolate bars and extra pounds.
Lately I've been grimly determined to correct my many wrongs by spending time on the treadmill. Once I worked up to it, my daily goal became to burn 666 calories, according to the treadmill's readout. (Maybe not entirely correct, but possibly close?) I grit my teeth and think of it as "burning the Devil's calories."
I feel very accomplished every time I reach that goal, which has been a lot lately. There is much at stake. But I'm not sure who the triumph is for or against. Am I keeping the Devil AWAY by burning 666 calories? Or am I HONORING the Devil? I figure it's a good thing either way I imagine it. Maybe if I only burn 665 and 1/2 calories, the Devil wins my soul and drags me to Hell? By reaching my goal I either please him or defeat him, and either way I'm safe, right?
The flaming pit yawns hungrily beneath me and I MUST reach 666 calories or the treadmill will bang open like a trap door and down I'll go...