The wall

I now understand why so many middle-aged people are fat.

The alarm rings in the morning and I spring into a routine of grooming, cooking, dog walking, and cleaning. I then make the 30 minute commute to work.

Eight-or-so hours later I am back in the car, and driving 30 more minutes to the tax clinic. I eventually come home, walk the dogs again, do more cooking, and hit my wall.

All I want to do is sit and watch TV. No homework. No music production. No working out.

I just want to sit, watch Bravo TV, and stuff my face. This is exactly why I refuse to keep any wheat products or snack foods in the house. The Pringles, pretzels, or frozen pizza would be inhaled. My waistline would explode, and Biggest Loser Stardom would be a very real possibility.

Actually, that doesn’t sound too terrible does it? Maybe I can be on Bob Harper’s team…