7:00 a.m. Breakfast: Skippy creamy peanut butter on 12 grain toast, Strawberry Light & Fit Dannon yogurt, and water. No coffee.
7:23 a.m. Tweet about my pre-workout breakfast wondering if it really is any good. The coffee pot is mocking me as I wait to see what my friends have to say. One person notes that my breakfast has lots of sugar. Crap. Make a plan to dip bananas in dark chocolate and cover in nuts for next breakfast. Potassium, antioxidants, protein…Yeah, that sounds good.
7:56 a.m. The coffee is still mocking me, but I must resist and keep drinking water. If I get that cup of coffee I’ll put 2 tablespoons of Nesquik, 2 tablespoons of creamer, and 4 tablespoons of sugar in my 20 oz. mug. Must cut down.
8:01 a.m. Check Facebook. Notice husband checked in at Dunkin’ Donuts using Foursquare. Didn’t he take a thermos of coffee with him from home? Whatever. Maybe that was an old check in. Technology isn’t that reliable or accurate. Why? Because people design, make, and use it, that’s why. OK, starting to get snippy without coffee.
8:11 a.m. 3 yo son just woke up. Better make him breakfast and get dressed.
8:30 a.m. Leave for gym to make 9 a.m. appointment with physical trainer. Dread the BMI check for first time meeting. Pass every coffee shop in town!
9:00 a.m. Trainer calls as I’m pulling in to make sure I haven’t bailed.
9:10 a.m. BMI. Feel a little encouraged that trainer can’t get a pinch off my back. As for the rest, well, it isn’t as bad as I feared. I’m in the yellow, not red, so yay.
9:15 a.m. Trainer starts me on the Elliptical to warm up. Then she has me do push ups, steps, planks, and other things I’ve never heard of or seen before.
10:00 a.m. OMG! I’M GOING TO DIE! OK, not really, but I’m so tired and thirsty and hungry and sweaty. Invent a drive through restaurant/shower in my mind that probably wouldn’t translate well into real life.
10:30 a.m. Get home, take shower, and make early lunch. Enjoy my coffee the way I like it. If I’m going to work out like that then I can keep my coffee. I’ll give up something else, like soda or petting cute bunnies. I’m allowed one vice, right?
*Photo: Coffee for one by jronaldlee, obtained through Flickr.