Today is one of those days when I feel like rebelling. After seeing my kids and my husband off for very early trips to their respective schools for “See You At The Pole”, I got back in bed. Why? Because I wanted to! You see, I usually break out a workout video and/or jump on the treadmill to start my day with a workout. (And, if I haven’t mentioned this before, I don’t like working out. Unfortunately, long gone are the days of my youth before marriage, work, ministry, kids, and hypothyroidism basically destroyed my metabolism. I’m sure some of you can relate!)
I got back up at 8:30, did not make my bed(mainly because I was washing sheets today), threw on a pair of yoga pants and headed to the kitchen for coffee. Doesn’t seem like a big deal, but I always drink 20 oz of water each morning before I have coffee. I only had maybe a half glass when I took my medication at 5:45 (yeah- thyroid!).
I then decided to make breakfast. I toasted a slice of bread, added a slice of cheddar, fried an egg to put on top and finished it with a generous portion of salsa. You don’t think that sounds wild? My normal breakfast is usually fruit with some kind of protein – banana with peanut butter and sprinkled nuts and cranberries or yogurt with fresh berries. Terrible metabolism = low carb/low fat/low calorie diet.
Ok, this next move will really prove my rebellion. I took my breakfast, sat down on the couch and in the true spirit of rebellion watched tv for an hour (Magnum, P.I. was on!)! Because I think it sucks all the time out of your life and all the life out of your time, I do not watch tv during the day. I just don’t!
Isn’t interesting that what most normal people would see as a rather dull morning lacking any real extreme behavior, I see as a reason to feel rebellious on one hand and guilt-ridden on the other? What makes you feel like a rebel?