Testing... Testing...
I'd like to first give a hearty congratulations to whomever was my 10,000th visitor! Woo-hoo! I never thought that would happen when I started blogging in January! WOW! That's a testimony to y'all, and your faithful support. Or it might be that Mom's hitting her refresh button alot, trying to inflate my numbers. (Thanks Mom. My ego is refreshed as well.) Alright, down to bidness.
I knew it wouldn't be long after putting my pledge on virtual paper that my resolve would be tested. I wasn't anticipating a snowstorm.
Yesterday, I trudged out of the hospital, up to the top floor of the parking ramp (taking the stairs, thankyouverymuch), and into a stiff snowstorm. My car, having foolishly chosen to park on the exposed roof (silly car), looked like a thickly iced cake. After dusting off the "frosting", I peered over the concrete wall to spy on the highway I was going to take home. A lovely peppermint swirl of red and white lights as far as the eye could see. (Sigh.)
It took me an hour just to get to the highway, less than a mile from work.
All the mundanities of rush hour bumper-to-bumper traffic started to wear on me. I grew tired and bored of the crabby radio guys who, in spite of the fact that they were sitting in their sweater vests enjoying hot cocoa in the warmth of their studio swivel chairs, still couldn't find something not to complain about. When I get tired and/or bored, I get hungry. Call it a foible or a habit, but that's just the way it is. In fact, someone much smarter than me came up with this pattern of circumstances that leads to poor behavior:
H - Hungry
A - Angry
L - Lonely
T - Tired
When the pump is primed with any of those criteria, I'm usually hittin' the fridge, followed by placing my butt on the sofa, STAT. So, as I'm HALT-ing my way down the frozen highway, my bored mind is starting to play games with me...
(Two miles to the next exit. Top of the hill and to the right is a filling station that always has jumbo dogs & nacho cheese...)
Forget it, Me.
(Exit 52A... Dairy Queen one mile to the left... You're not gonna get home til tomorrow anyway and by golly you've gotta eat!)
Doggone it, Self! Do you want to have to confess this to your blog?!
[Sheepishly:] (No.)
Two and a half hours later, I was pulling into my milky-white-powdered-sugar-snow driveway... hungry, but victorious, and suprisingly OK with not having stuffed my face with reprocessed, cooked on a dirty griddle junk food.
;-)
Here's to small victories. Here-here!
I thought of one more thing to add to my contract: #8. I will ENJOY the journey, the results, and the benefits!
Take care, all!