So, I'm doing okay today. How are you? Today is cloudy with rain. Not the regular kind of rain but the sloppy kind. The kind that's misty and just keeps coming down. The kind that's just enough to force you to wear a slicker or hold an umbrella while you're also trying to sip coffee from your go-cup while simultaneously holding the dog's leash and somehow bending over to collect his poop in the poop bag rain. Otherwise, things are okay considering the last few weeks.

It's days like this that make it even harder to work from home, forced or by choice, not just because of the rain and that my workspace isn't bathed in the usual sunlight I need; but because those sugarless generic Oreos I got this weekend are searing a hole into my brain begging me to rip the bag open. I obliged the voices in my head and decided to have one after my oatmeal breakfast. Okay, three. Sadly, they do not taste like Oreo.

I've been trying to get back to the gym after the disastrous hiatus but the thought of walking in gives me mini panic attacks. I'm not sure why. For someone who used to walk into a weight room with the tenacity of a roided baseball player, the prospect of getting back to it is loathsome and frightening. I can confront the giant crazy guy who allows his dog to crap next to my building, and without the slightest hesitation...but the gym... HOW? I break out into a sweat just thinking of it...

And then I'm all like, Oh shut-up and go burn the fat off. Drama queen.

Posted by JD on November 6, 2007 10:03 AM