Remember how I said that MacGyver and I have some issues with our backs? Well maybe that’s why we’ve just given up on our bed. I say given up because it’s like the bazillionth one we’ve purchased and the only ones who sleep comfortably in it are our dogs. I’m sure most of you are laughing right now thinking well, therein lies the problem.
No, really it doesn’t. It goes way back. It’s really their world and we merely exist in it.
There’s a house near the peacock farm that must be a rental. Recently a group of shady looking people have been living there and I only know this because they’re just wrapping up their work day when my workout is beginning, somewhere around the 6am hour.
On more than one occasion I’ve seen a gentleman asleep on the front porch with a ‘rolled cigarette’ pursed in his lips and a beer between his legs. Sometimes I can smell the familiar “concert smell” wafting through the air as I pass by. On Monday one of the guys yelled over to me.
Guy: Hey, why do you exercise every day?
ME: Why do you do drugs every day?
Guy: What makes you think I do drugs every day?
ME: What makes you think I exercise every day?
Guy: Because I see you!
Me: Touché my friend Touché.
Drugs make you stupid people. Don’t do drugs.
Since I have to keep on eating gluten and whatever I decided to have my favorite thing last night, a Wendy’s vanilla Frosty with Reeses peanut butter cup minis because I HAVE to keep on eating gluten and whatever. Yeah, I know totally bad, but don’t worry because I couldn’t eat it. Clearly, Topamax and I are going to have a love hate relationship. I love that it squashes my appetite and keeps me from eating stuff that is bad for me and I hate that it keeps me from eating stuff that is bad for me. I just really need to get back to running and work out this rage. Like yesterday.
What’s your secret go to indulgence?