Have you ever had one of those days…

where you talk yourself out of working out at the club and vow you'll work out at home instead, later,

where you stay in your 'jams until 10:45 and don't brush your teeth until 11:10,

and then you make not a list but about three lists, and you check it not twice but about nine times,

at which point you catch a bad case of FB ADD, where you sleuth around on Facebook to the point where you get sucked into looking at a friend of a friend of a friend's brother's daughter's wedding; and then, oh, yeah, while I'm at it, I should try to find my old friends Leslie, Mary and Patsy from my Corona del Mar days;

and so then you get melancholy thinking about the good old days, so you go down to the kitchen and finish off the pumpkin bread Lori brought by last week,

whereupon you get sideswiped by not one but three airings of HGTV's House Hunters International,

which inspires you to do a little re-arranging and updating of “stuff” in the living room,

at which time your OCD acts up, and you are beckoned by your closet and office to do some serious purging and organizing, which results in rather large piles of papers/files/clothes/shoes that you know not where to send — to Salvation Army, to the trash, or back in the closet — so you get overwhelmed and frustrated and decide you don't want to make those decisions right now, so you put most of those aforementioned piles back into their original, clutter-ful locale;

and then, feeling stressed about your indecisiveness regarding the above activity, you go down to the kitchen (again), absolutely famished, at which time you discover a left-over-from-summer dark chocolate ice cream Dove Bar in the freezer, which you consume with abandon,

and then you're honest with yourself and decide you've already blown it for the day…so just forget about working out at all,

so you reward your newly self-proclaimed slothful-ness by watching the last half of Katie, and then all of Ellen, and then all of the depressing local evening news,

whereupon you have a huge craving for comforting carbs,

so you go back down to the kitchen and make yourself a more-than-generous bowl of pasta, which is delicious and soothing and wonderful…

until you look down with astonishment, convinced that the pumpkin bread, the Dove bar and the pasta have already taken up permanent residency on your thighs;

and then you just kind of count the minutes until you can get back into your 'jams, dive into bed, play Words With Friends, read your book, and succumb to sweet slumber?

???

'cuz that's the kind of day I'm having.

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Have you ever had one of those days…
where you talk yourself out of working out at the club and vow you'll work out at home instead, later,
where you stay in your 'jams until 10:45 and don't brush your teeth until 11:10,
and then you make not a list but about three lists, and you check it not twice but about nine times,
at which point you catch a bad case of FB ADD, where you sleuth around on Facebook to the point where you get sucked into looking at a friend of a friend of a friend's brother's daughter's wedding; and then, oh, yeah, while I'm at it, I should try to find my generic viagra online old friends Leslie, Mary and Patsy from my Corona del Mar days;
and so then you get melancholy thinking about the good old days, so you go down to the kitchen and finish off the pumpkin bread Lori brought by last week,
whereupon you get sideswiped by not one but three airings of HGTV's House Hunters International,
which inspires you to do a little re-arranging and updating of “stuff” in the living room,
at which time your OCD acts up, and you are beckoned by your closet and office to do some serious purging and organizing, which results in rather large piles of papers/files/clothes/shoes that you know not where to send — to Salvation Army, to the trash, or back in the closet — so you get overwhelmed and frustrated and decide you don't want to make those decisions right now, so you put most of those aforementioned piles back into their original, clutter-ful locale;
and then, feeling stressed about your indecisiveness regarding the above activity, you go down to the kitchen (again), absolutely famished, at which time you discover a left-over-from-summer dark chocolate ice cream Dove Bar in the freezer, which you consume with abandon,
and then you're honest with yourself and decide you've already blown it for the day…so just forget about working out at all,
so you reward your newly self-proclaimed slothful-ness by watching the last half of Katie, and then all of Ellen, and then all of the depressing local evening news,
whereupon you have a huge craving for comforting carbs,
so you go back down to the kitchen and make yourself a more-than-generous bowl of pasta, which is delicious and soothing and wonderful…
until you look down with astonishment, convinced that the pumpkin bread, the Dove bar and the pasta have already taken up permanent residency on your thighs;
and then you just kind of count the minutes until you can get back into your 'jams, dive into bed, play Words With Friends, read your book, and succumb to sweet slumber?
???
'cuz that's the kind of day I'm having.

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