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In the interest of full disclosure.

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Today:

I am not wearing socks (I forgot)
I am wearing my hair up, and my bangs pinned back (It was that kind of day)
I am wearing a shirt C gave me, with a scarf B and B gave me, which makes me happy
I had oatmeal for breakfast (cinnamon roll kind)
I listened to Third Eye Blind and Graham Colton on the way to work
I laughed hysterically because I made E spill all over himself on the ride to P
(how many people will you tell? he said. I won’t, I said. except for everyone who reads my blog, I thought…)
I am going to drink lots of water and lots of tea
I will be planning an event, and debriefing from one yesterday
I will answer the phone approximately 20 times
(and only 1 or 2 of the calls will actually be for me)

Today I also:

will play Scrabble. will see M. will smile.
will watch Glee. and maybe Raising Hope.
will work on my spreadsheet for Thanksgiving, and maybe N and J’s wedding
will read at least one news article about a celebrity, and one about the midterm elections.
will probably check facebook for sanity’s sake.
will probably hear a five year old say, “last one’s a rotten egg”
will go to yoga. will love it. will think about how I need a new mat, probably when T says, “Think of nothing.”

Friday morning = successful as all get out.

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So last night I went to my cousin AJ’s house to have dinner with a few of her friends and her fiance, Dan. We had chicken cordon bleu, which was DELICIOUS, and baked potatoes, and spinach with feta, tomatoes, onion, and garlic. So good. We also had deviled eggs for appetizers, which had avocado in them. Let me tell you: so good, I could die and go to heaven.

But, after eating that, I knew. I knew that I had to get up at 5:45 this morning and go to the gym. Because I couldn’t go after work today (I have drinks AND a dinner, two groups of friends) and I don’t have a lunch today, so I have to eat out. You see my dilemma.

So, after promising myself I’d be getting Jamba Juice for lunch, and maybe a side salad with no dressing, and after getting into bed at 10:08, I really saw no reason to not get up. I would still get nearly 8 hours of sleep. I would have worked out before coffee, before Stephanie Miller, before whatever crazy thing awaited me at work.

But wait, I said to myself. I would have to shower at the gym. That requires sandals, clothes, a towel, shampoo, etc. I voiced this opinion out loud to Jeff. Who replied, “Well, why don’t you go to the gym, come back, and then shower at home?”

So I did. 5:22, my alarm went off, and I had to convince myself to get out of bed. Which I did, at 5:45. I got up, got dressed, brushed my teeth (which I totally deserve brownie points for), and got all my stuff together. I went down to the car. I got in. I drove. I got to the gym, I parallel parked (more brownie points), and got into the gym. At 6:08, I was getting on the treadmill.

I forgot my socks. I ran for 2 minutes and nearly died. I walked on an incline, as Nikki told me to. I ran again. I slowed down. I walked. I ran for 2 minutes (from 8 minutes to 10) and then jumped off. Enough was enough. I switched to the bike. After all — I had no SOCKS. I biked for 5 minutes, trying to tell the bike how long I wanted to workout for, and finally did. Then 15 minutes doing rolling hills at level 10. While I biked, I tried to convince myself that no, my lungs are NOT actually going to fall out, and I tried to watch Charmed, which is just bad in the later seasons, no matter how tired you are.

I hopped off the bike at 6:44, weary, but done. Done for the day. Ready for coffee. Ready for work. I went home, showered, whispered to Jeff that he owed me ten dollar.s (He double dog dared me that I wouldn’t go.) I got to work at 7:59. On time, for the first time in probably a week. (Or two, if I’m being honest with myself.)

This weekend is busy, and I am glad I worked out this morning so I feel less guilty having a beer tonight, and maybe having a fistful of tortilla chips at dinner…