Procrastination

Last night, right before I drifted off to sleep, I decided that while Don was doing his On-line writing group this morning with Ken and James, I would go downstairs and exercise.

It was a good plan. 

When I woke up this morning, I dutifully put on my exercise clothes and came downstairs, and had some breakfast.

Don is in his writing room now, at the computer talking with Ken and James.  He’s been in there for 47 minutes

And me?

Well, I guess it’s easy to ascertain that I am not downstairs exercising!  I don’t know why typing that last sentence put the biggest smile on my face?  This is not a good thing.  This is a blatant disregard for my well thought out this-is-how-we-do-it exercise plan. 

I’ve still got a goofy-Dennis-the-menace smile on my face.  Feel like I’m doing something wicked, but incredibly clever.

This feeling will pass however and guilt will take over.  And then I won’t feel so clever.  I’ll feel like a big giant sloth blob sitting on the sofa.  Unhealthy, like after I ate all that delicious pink cotton candy at the Canucks game.  It was fun while I was eating it, but afterwards, I wished I had only eaten a portion of it, not the whole thing.

Okay… The smile is gone.  Phooey.  I’d better go down and get on that stupid treadmill. 

Bye for now.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, January 18, 2009 in Chewing the Fat

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