Whenever I remember, I add what I’ve eaten into MyFitnessPal. It calculates how many calories I’ve taken in and how many, if any, I’ve burnt off during exercise. Sometimes, I check the calorie count on things I buy. After a lifetime of exposure to dieting programs, diet fads, calorie counting apps, and features in glossy magazines and newspapers, it’s beaten into us that the lower the calorie count, the better.
But so what if I eat that burger? Or that chocolate bar? Or even that Crème Egg? Mmm, Crème Eggs… Well, I found out the answer to this at the Xtreme Bootcamp. As part of their schemes to educate us about food, as well as fitness, each client was given a Crème Egg. Sadly, they weren’t being generous. This was in fact, mental torture. Not we weren’t allowed to eat it. Absolutely not. Indeed, they encouraged us to eat it. ‘Can we?’ we asked hopefully. ‘It’s your choice.’ They replied.
Carrie the Creme Egg is safe with The Claw.
Of course, it wasn’t this simple. If we ate our egg, then the whole team would discover just how much exercise we would have to do to burn it off. So not only would we be punishing our entire team, but we would also pay for it. Just so you know, a Crème Egg weighs 39g and contains 170 calories. I don’t know if you’ve ever been on a treadmill and watched the calories you burn. They move really slowly, don’t they? All this as well as the fact that we would get a proper ‘beasting’ from these ex-military PTs put us off.
However, that didn’t stop one of our team from wolfing down a Mini Roll when she got the chance. Whilst we sat there glumly, she slowly made her way through it, savouring every crumb. Yes, there was pain following that. 110 calories’ worth of pain, to be exact…
It certainly makes you think before you eat that muffin. Or that burger. Or that burger with chips and a milkshake.
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