I haven’t exercised in a week because of this damn flu/cold/kick-my-ass craziness. All I did was lay in bed and watch tv (ok, AND EAT POTATO CHIPS.) Let’s see, there’s been many episodes of Flip or Flop, where an attractive California couple buys a rundown mess of a house and rehabs it in record time in front of the cameras, while fretting over all the things that can go wrong and sells the thing for a whopping profit at the end. There’s Felicity, about a girl’s first year in college (I felt oddly drawn to this, I suppose because I’m thinking so much about my son having the college experience next year). There’s been several bad, awfully bad, movies, plus singles of Mad Men, and Nurse Jackie, and yes, even one Real Housewives of Orange Country, which made me as nauseas as the optical illusions yesterday.
Anyway, I found this article just this morning, on working out in front of the tv. That’s what I should have been doing all of last week, not that I could even BRING THE WATER TO MY LIPS. I may never do this in front of the tv, although I’d like to think I might, but you, YOU really might. And well, you know, those who can’t, teach.
*the gratitude-a-thon 