Today was supposed to be my January 2nd. Done is the traveling, the colds, the constant eating out of feeling miserable and wanting comfort food as well as trying to choose healthy choices while out of town.
As I turn my head and see the clock's time glowing red. 5:55 am. I groan, toss and turn a bit and crawl out of bed. I lace up my shoes, find my ipod and head out the door. Success!! 6:13am and I am out door. First day back, I am going to take it slow. Just down to the end of the block 0.8 miles one way. I love the crisp air of Southern California. I can see my breath. I find "my jam" (Ok, it's not a jam, it's an audio book) and start. I'm feeling good. This is great. I jog. I listen to the last chapter of the book. I walk a bit, just because and I eventually make it to the end and back. This is going to be a great day.
To continue my new fitness kick, I am even going to eat an actual breakfast. I'm not big on actual "breakfast food", when we eat out, I usually get a pastrami sandwich or french fries and brown gravy. But today I ponder a scrambled egg crepe, but open the freezer and see frozen blueberries and decide I will have oatmeal. I reach up into the cupboard to grab the tupperware container and a bag of polenta falls. It's opened and as I try to catch it, the tiny polenta grains go flying all over and my day of good health is gone.
I'm not big on signs, but this is a big one. Trying to eat oatmeal and I have a kitchen full of hard bits of corns! No oatmeal for me. The health gods have frowned on me. I can't eat oatmeal now. Instead I reheat the cup of coffee from yesterday and reach for the chili cheese Fritos left over from our Vegas snack food. Barely day into my new year and I am already done. It's 7:15 am.