I woke up early again, no use in getting use to sleeping in until my life of leisure is confirmed by my marriage to an ultra wealthy man whose greatest joy is my happiness. A while back my friends and I signed up for Living Social deal, 4 Yoga sessions and a spa treatment. And they expire soon, so today was the first day of our yoga classes. It was different than the Yoga classes I’ve been to before, she read passages from a book. I enjoyed it nevertheless, but I was lusting after the gym and the equipment. It was the fancy kind of place with robes, towels and toiletries for your use, in case you forgot something, not just that green soap that’s also shampoo and conditioner and body wash. Next time I’m going to see about going early to get in some time on those fancy machines and stay late and use everything they put out, twice. Maybe just stay long in the steam room.
After we stretch and centered ourselves we when out for brunch and this is when I completely lost my ever loving mind. I ordered, and I hand to God I saw nothing wrong with this, stuffed pancakes. Stuffed with what? Bacon. Bacon stuffed fluffy made by God’s grandma pancakes with syrup. They were delicious; I regret nothing, except the nap it induced and the weight it’s added to me.
I got home and had a list of things to do, but the couch called to me and I answered, “Yes, dear I will spend the afternoon with you, but just for a little while, I have so much to do.” Cut to 4 hours later and I’m waking up and its dark out and I’m just motivated enough to have more sides over white rice and carry myself up to bed.