Disappointed (Not!)

Okay, so if you've been following my diet and exercise (non)commitment, you'll want to read on.  Otherwise, just turn the page.  (Waits patiently.)  Okay, so let's whisper about how bad we are about keeping our commitment to exercise...and while we're at it, we can giggle too.

I saw this on Facebook the other day (thanks, Sue!).  It cracked me up because it so perfectly fit with the stern talking-to I'm always giving myself about getting on the diet and exercise lap bandwagon (get it?  Ha Ha Ha, Hee Hee Hee, Hoo Hoo Hoo), and staying on it.

I'm telling you, I've fallen off the wagon so many times now, that I probably have some kind of injury that keeps me from exercising, don't you think?

Thanksgiving and Christmas had me so completely distracted that I just gave up on my commitment about halfway through December and decided to wait until the New Year.  Of course, I never return the first week of the New Year, because all those other people who have made New Year's resolutions will be there for at least three or four days.  Then, they'll be gone and the rest of us serious exercisers can have the place to ourselves again.  So my plan was to return last week.  Um, next week.  Um, today.

So, of course, I awakened ready to jump into the car and drive as fast as my wheels could carry me on a frosty morning and jump willingly into a cold swimming pool.  The temperatures haven't gone above freezing since I last checked in with my frosty fotos.  Looking at this, I can imagine it just makes you want to run around outside naked, doesn't it?  I mean, I'm just doing people a favor by actually wearing my swimsuit.

Nevertheless, I gave myself such a stern talking-to this morning as I sat drinking my coffee and reading my email that there was no way, no how, no fricking way I was not going swimming this morning.  Then, the phone rang.  It was Mike telling me that the roads were really icy and that he'd seen multiple cars off on the side, including the firetruck that came to rescue somebody.

"Oh Noooooooooooooooooo!"  I said, possibly a little too enthusiastically.  "Well, I guess I can't go swimming this morning.  Whaaaaaaaaaaa.  I'm so upset!  Please, somebody call the whambulance!"  So, there's simply no way I can go out today.  I mean, it would be too dangerous.  I could get hurt.  Or possibly somebody else could get hurt.  Or possibly my car might get wrecked.  All true.  Woot!  Er, I mean, Shoot!  Oh well.  The best laid plans.

So speaking of my diet, I had breakfast with Matthew yesterday morning, and then we went out shopping for some new clothes for him to wear when he starts his new job.  (I mean, doesn't everybody need new clothes for a new job?)  He's been living too far away for me to spoil him for the past several years, and so I was getting my kid-spoil-fix.  And when I walked in the front door of the restaurant, I was immediately tempted by their dessert case off to the side.

I didn't actually order any of these things.  No, I was sensible and ordered the oatmeal apple crisp.  (It has "oatmeal" in it, so of course, it's healthy and low calorie.  Uh-huh.)  I thought it was a good idea to take a picture though so that I could gaze longingly at them and drool on my phone during times of great desperation.  Like this morning when I couldn't go swimming.  (Heavy sigh.)

Matthew and I made the mistake of going into Old Navy where they force you to walk into the baby section to get to the fitting rooms.  Here's what I saw:

(Even heavier sigh.)  When Matthew came out of the fitting room, he put his arm around my shoulder and suggested we walk away as quickly as possible.  Good advice from one so young.

So, since I can't go swimming, I might as well sew.  I suppose I could do some housework, but I'm so upset that I can't go swimming that I probably should just head straight to the sewing room, don't you think?  

Yeah, me too.