This is the day half the people in America decide they’re going to change their lives by going to the gym. Congratulations, godspeed, and, you’re doing it wrong.
I’m all for making positive changes in your life but knowing that they will, like they do every year, drop off after one month, just makes me despise them all the more for ruining my Saturday by crowding up the gym and not following the Rules of Etiquette like wiping your sweat off the equipment, letting others “work in” and not using your cell phone in the locker room. (I swear, it happens.)
I really can’t stand people. My husband is the same way. Activities that “normal” people enjoy like going to parades, shopping on Black Friday (or any day for that matter), going to the movies or walking into a crowded gym would evoke the same reaction in both of us – something just short of rage-induced nausea. This is why I love him: we hate all the same stuff. (Okay, I stole that line from Role Models but its true.)
I have to work out today. But its 7° outside so I reeeeeeeeally don’t want to go running. I think my running pants are only rated for 30° and above. I’m thinking I may just roll around on the floor for a while and call it exercise. If I can do enough crunches, legs lifts and pushups on the ball, maybe I won’t feel like a failure.
Another decadent piece of banana bread with Nutella. There’s only one more slice left and I don’t know what I’m going to do when its gone. I know I can’t continue to eat banana bread as if were sprouted wheat bread but it is soooo good. I don’t usually bake. I like to saute, stew and stirfry – never been one for desserts and pastries, but I could definitely get into baking breads.
And now, before I get too comfortable, its time to go do something constructive. Happy Saturday – peace.
UPDATE: My husband ate the last slice of banana bread. I think he did it to save our marriage.