Saturday, January 2, 2010
A day of rest, and celebration
I'm a little bit nervous about tomorrow, the one day out of seven when I have decided NOT to exercise. Oh that reminds me, I need to make sure the duck alarm is turned off, otherwise I will get up with a racing heart pumped to begin my run--kind of like Pavlov’s dog that salivates every time he hears a bell. Not only am I not exercising tomorrow, is it also MY BIRTHDAY, the big 26, so that means no calories burned in the morning, extra calories because Sundays usually mean very rich food, and the treats that come with having a birthday. Maybe this will provide the great awakening that I need--convincing me that it really does FEEL better to exercise and eat right, doubtful. Or will this remind me of my evil ways when I indulge in all things creamy and rich and forget about the consequences? Maybe a little of both, either way I am breaking a good start of things, so wish me luck, and a happy birthday.