Sunday
stream of consciousness at Jana’s Thinking Place is going on right at this very
minute. There is an optional prompt of which I am opting out. It has taken me hours just to walk from the family room
to the computer and type for five minutes.
The
rules are five minutes, leave it alone, push publish. Here goes:
Not
only am I having a “fat” day (hate this feeling), I am extremely tired,
incredibly lazy and quite possibly intensely crabby (you know what you know….). I don’t intend to ask anyone for confirmation on any of those adjectives particularly with regard to
my mood, but no one’s really talking to me anyway as of yet. It is 1:30. Do you
think I did something or am I giving off the “vibe”?
Last
night was P!NK!!!!! It was the most incredible concert experience I’ve ever had
the privilege of spectating and I’ve spectated a lot of experiences (spellchecker
is hating all over my use of this word. It is a word, isn’t it?). Wow! She
draws a very homogenous crowd and it provided for quality people watching which
besides seeing P!NK is one of my most favorite things to do.
You’d
think standing and dancing for two hours straight burned enough calories
(should Google that actually. Must be hundreds, right?) and that I should be
able to eat anything I darn well want today.
But
there’s nothing worse than feeling chubby, lazy and crabby because in that
“perfect storm” the only thing you feel like doing it is eating. Because you
shouldn’t be?
Cereal
Peanut
Butter on a banana
A
donut
Chips
and salsa
Chicken
tortilla soup
A
bowl of salted caramel and chocolate malt ice cream (yes, two scoops)
And now someone just asked me to get out of my sweats. We are going somewhere.
I don't think sooooo.....
And now someone just asked me to get out of my sweats. We are going somewhere.
I don't think sooooo.....
It is only 1:45pm.
More lazy, more crabby, more eating to do.
