I’m fat on bbq potato chips and cups of water as I sit here in my office on a Saturday afternoon. Usually I’m coming or going at this time–drawn fly-like to a sporting event my kids are competing in. No such situation this weekend, and the temporary lull has me feeling that we need more such lulls. I love sports. I love watching my kids compete and excel. The running around is less loved. The buying food out every weekend eats at my wallet like a tapeworm. Still, there are far less chips on the road.
Fact: I haven’t left the house but once all day.
I used the brief excursion to get those chips. Later I’ll pour some wine, drink it, and probably have more chips. Its a problem that feels a little like the moment before hibernation are said to feel. I am fattening up not for the winter but for the week. I ought to be grading and writing and being absurdly productive, but the desire in my heart extends so far as a cup of coffee and maybe filling up the fountain in my room.
This is not healthy. On Monday I expect I’ll swing by the new gym and sign up–some post new years effort to try to get fit that will meet the slow death that also awaits me should I continue to consume at this pace. Things can go better. They can turn around and I can eat healthy. I enjoy the healthy eating. However, it is far easier and more accessible to junk out. So, that is what I do. I suppose that means lazy remains a key part of the problem.