My pal Matt posted on Facebook this morning how he'd been stuck in the ghastly Monday morning rush-hour. I smirked, and reminded him that it was actually Tuesday.
"Oops," he said. "I guess it just feels like a Monday..."
At no point during that exchange did the importance of Tuesdays hit me. I've done a day, eaten breakfast, lunch and two bowls of d's really killer tortilla soup (seriously, folks, you need to taste this stuff, it's phenomenal!), and was just in the bathroom, thinking about what I could tell you about the day, when a day of the week tapped me on the shoulder.
"Ahem," it said. "Tuesday here."
"And?" I said, having a natural propensity to get a bit stroppy when days of the week tap me on the shoulder.
"Think about it," said the Tuesday-memory. I did.
"No, seriously, what?"
"Tuesday...bathroom...anything?"
"Oh, crap!"
"There it is," said Tuesday.
I completely forgot to weigh in this morning. No idea how that came about, I just...did.
Means of course I should weigh in tomorrow. Not looking forward to that at all - still feel fat and bloated at the moment, but at least, this week, it feels like I'm starting back on the right track.
Humph. Doing something exercisey with Ma in the morning. Not sure what yet. But something, at least.
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