Some days, I will feel the sudden, overwhelming urge to run and usually will oblige myself because it happens so very (very) rarely and I need to take advantage of the surprising need to be unlazy.
When one of those days happens, this is oftentimes, what goes down:
Stumble out of bed.
Feel full of energy.
Hatch a harebrained idea:
Head to the bathroom to wash up.
Look in the mirror.
Wonder how an extinct animal came to nest on my head.
Try to fix it.
It takes awhile. I need a haircut.
Wash up and change into sweats.
Which goes like this:
1. Hmmm, what shall I have?
2. Bacon and eggs!
3. Ohh, I made cupcakes last night.
4. This leftover pizza will go bad if I don't eat it right now. Like, RIGHT NOW.
And before I know it, I've indulged a little too much.
|Look at that food belly.|
I don't think I can run anymore.
I really am my mother's daughter.