It's Monday. Again.
Funny how a Monday after consecutive holidays seems somewhat harder, colder, sleepier. *yawn*
I have to leave for work in exactly 19 minutes. I have yet to brush my teeth or put my shoes on. I need to leave a to do list for Girl and figure out what's for dinner tonight. Yet, here I sit holding a one sided conversation with you.
I like you.
Over the weekend, someone asked me what my resolutions for 2009 are. When I brashly said I hadn't nary a one, he snickered. Really, he did. He snickered in a, "Oh, you are such a failure," sorta way.
Or, maybe he didn't and I just perceived it that way. It's hard to say. I may have been distracted by the yummy lasagna, red wine, and homemade cheesecake. It was all so fun and so delicious that maybe his snickering wasn't really a snicker. Maybe I was impressing my own "failure" onto him. Could be. Who knows.
But, it does lead me to ask the question, "Do you make resolutions? If so, do you keep them? If you don't, then why do you make them?"
Uggghh. I'm being all introspective. Don't you feel sorry for the girls at the gym today?
Oh, and one more bit o' happy news: I got on the scale after a solid month of eating, eating, eating and haven't gained a pound!
Now if I could just lose the rest of this...