The apocalypse is coming. At least that's what the weathermen are predicting. A monster of a snowstorm is heading directly towards us and we are supposed to get NAILED.
I just read that they are talking 5 inches of snow PER HOUR and 45 MPH winds. Well fuck me. Of course this is lake effect snow. Which means 10 minutes south of where I live could get blistered while my house gets next to nothing – or vice-versa. We won't know until it moves in. It's starting tonight and won't end until Wednesday afternoon.
You all know how I feel about weather like this. So I'm already throwing myself a pity party on top of the feeling sorry for myself dance I've been doing for weeks.
And then - welcome to the holidays and FOOD PORN!!! Facebook is always good for that, but this time of year it really ramps up. Page after page of sinfully calorie ridden treats that just scream to me. MUST MAKE, MUST EAT!
I worked out yesterday - 19 miles on our stationary recumbent bike and then I ran 7 miles on the treadmill. 7 miles which is - absolutely pathetically - my longest run in months. My reward? An astronomically high scale number this morning.
And today? I didn't want to work out during my lunch hour and the following thought didn't just cross my mind - it sat down in my mind, kicked back, and made itself very, very at home. What was that thought?
Well, I decided that I was going to pretty much bail on exercising and would eat whatever I wanted through Xmas and then would get back on track come January. Yup - that was my thought and, as visions of Oreos and brownies and shopping and eating out during my lunch hour gleefully played out in my head, I wanted to – as Picard would say “Make it so!” It was a lovely, enticing fantasy.
When people are talking to me about my "amazing" change, do you think they suspect what a true phony I really am??
Funny girl
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