Welcome to the Fitness Club, Sputnic!
I dare say I don't look anything like a sloth, but when we compare today's society with the previous few million years, it seems obvious that few of us are living in a way that matches how we have evolved. (Which means that the Cave Man Diet makes a lot of sense).
I'm definitely addicted to ice cream and chocolate, but I've been "clean" of those for a couple of weeks now.
I'm currently fond of Red Baron Singles French Bread Frozen Pizzas, but for the last week or so I've been cutting them in half.
Now.... You are not going to believe what I am munching right now. Rolled oats. Just. Rolled. Oats. I'm sipping a Cabernet Sauvignon also, but instead of a box of chocolate chip cookies, I'm eating fingertip pinches of raw dry oats. I'm thinking this is something like a heroin addict taking methadone instead -- as an intermediate step to breaking the addiction. I'm keeping my mouth busy, chewing these little flakes of oat, instead of spoon after spoon of ice cream. Thoughts?
All right, maybe a tiny bit too much Cabernet Sauvignon.
Back on the bicycle tomorrow.