Having just deposited my month’s pay check for working for the school newspaper, I exited the bank with a spring in my step, until I saw this:
Poor birdie had a bit of a collision with a hefty car, and the car won. Sure am glad I’m not the owner of the vehicle because plucking Birdie out would not be a happy task.
Nevertheless, with the bank out the way – I go first thing in the morning to avoid the agonizing lines – I dashed into the bakery next door, grabbed a little something to flesh out my breakfast, and headed home to wash it all down with a side of internet. My order of computer-related events in the morning from first to last is: Ruelala, Gilt (a girl’s got to have her priorities, right?), Gmail, Facebook, the Daily Mail, Twitter, and, if there’s time to spare, other news sources, though I mostly get my news through email because my mum likes to flood my inbox with articles she thinks are interesting.
The best email I got this morning, however, was a confirmation from Squaw Valley ski resort that I have purchased my 2013-2014 season pass. Skiing is one of my main motivators to be healthy – being skin and bones on the mountain is not a good idea; trust me, I have first-hand experience with the the exhaustion and numbness that comes with malnutrition and cold weather – so having unlimited access to the ski hill this winter is very good news for healthy ol’ me. And, putting healthy ol’ me into practice, I dove into a nutritious and delicious lunch:
Although I’m not one for working out mid-day, because I volunteer at Parenting Now in the evening, I had to hit the pool at 3 o’clock (i.e., as soon as I had fully digested lunch!). The good news is that the thirty minutes of laps helps me work up an appetite for an afternoon snack. There’s something about swimming that makes me ravenous afterward.
Though many people may raise an eyebrow at this, I firmly believe that working with two-year olds is life-affirming: their giggles and curiosity alone let me forget about all my woes for the three hours that we are together. Today’s highlight was when one of the little boys was telling me a story that involved an “andoomince,” by which I soon figured out he meant ambulance.
Midway through the evening group, the kids congregate around a miniature snack table, and sit on miniature chairs to eat Cheerios and banana slices. Neither of those really float my boat, so I held off for dinner:
Since dinner was on the lighter side, I had plenty of room for a delicious dessert, which I ate while watching Terms of Endearment. Since I only watch movies while I’m eating dessert at night, it takes DAYS to get through them, but stopping and starting doesn’t bother me too much; having something to look forward to each day helps me get through the less enjoyable things, like lectures, wink wink.
Which type of exercise builds up your appetite most?
Do toddlers make you happy or drive you around the bend?