Friday, February 10, 2012

The Winnie the Pooh Syndrome

By Heather Blake / Heather Webber

If you follow my personal blog, you know that one of my resolutions was to exercise more. After a slow start (ahem, a full month went by), I finally dusted off the treadmill (known not-so-fondly by me as the DreadTread), and got on it.

I even turned it on and everything.

I started off slowly. Very. Snail pace. But over the last few weeks I’ve gotten stronger. My pace has increased. My muscles are toning. Sure, I ache, but every time my heart pounds, I try to think of my arteries being cleared out.

It’s good to keep a visual in mind like that. (Yes, that’s sarcasm.)

Anyway, one thing I’ve found is that I’m actually gaining weight. Yes, you read that right. Gaining weight. It seems like a cruel joke. Not that I needed to lose weight, but still. Gain? Not amusing.

I blame the Winnie-the-Pooh syndrome. Here, watch. He says it all: 



It’s true! I do improve my appetite when I exercise. Almost immediately from the time I get off the DreadTread, I’m starving. I’ve been eating myself out of house and home. Doesn’t matter what it is, nothing’s safe. So. Hungry.

I haven’t figured out how to deal with this. I mean, after all, the exercise is good for me, right? Yet all that eating has to be bad, right? Such a Catch-22.

But maybe I need to take another cue from Pooh Bear:

With a hefty happy appetite I'm a hefty happy Pooh. (Er, Heather.)


Or, I could cut back on the cookies, Dr Pepper, and chips...

Decisions, decisions.

Does the Winnie the Pooh Syndrome happen to you?