Monday, April 19, 2010
Piece be with you
You're looking at my dinner. I came home from a long day of work, a little stressed and worn out and unwilling to starve during the ten hours it seems to take our rice cooker to prepare some minute rice. These things are delicious - they actually taste like Almond joys, even though they're the size of M&Ms. But then, once I ate all I could, I felt like a 12-year-old on Halloween night. I had to take a nap on the couch.
I told Steve to wake me once he finished mowing the lawn no matter what. No matter if it meant putting on a hockey mask and a full suit of armor, because I'm a bit nasty to anyone who disturbs my slumber. I had some dream about sleeping though my much needed work out and woke up to see Steve standing near me, accruing the gumption it requires to wake me.
So we went on our nightly three mile walk. And then I did another three miles on the treadmill. I am so motivated these days. Nothing like weighing twenty-five extra pounds to motivate someone who still remembers what it felt like to be fit. And now I feel fine again. Maybe even up for what's left of those Almond Joy pieces.