My goal for this week is to not eat like a fat pig. I didn’t go to Weight Watchers last night – not because I was tired, and not because I had something better to do – because I was afraid to see how much weight I gained after our food-tasting session at work on Tuesday. We tasted two appetizers, one salad, three entress, and two desserts. If ever I was tempted to become a bulimic, it was Tuesday afternoon. The joy of working in restaurants. Anyway, that’s not the point of this entry.
I was lazy this morning. I laid around in bed watching JAGs until I finally felt motivated enough to meander downstairs to eat some breakfast. I forced myself past the doughnuts on the counter and opened the pantry door to find the following choices for a nutritious breakfast: Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Lucky Charms, Cocoa Puffs, Cocoa Krispies, Mud & Bugs, Cookie Crisp, and Corn Pops. Great.
Speechless, I hesitantly closed the door, grabbed a banana, and went outside to be lazy some more. I sat down in a lounge chair to bask in the sun with my “healthy” breakfast (the banana), but it must have rained again last night because I sat in a puddle.
Defeated, I trudged back inside, dropped the banana back in the fruit basket, changed – into different pajama pants – and came back upstairs. I was contemplating running, but there’s still six JAGs left on the TiVo. Maybe I’ll just go back to bed.
