No Pain, I Gain

Well, not exercising is NOT working. I know, big surprise. I feel mostly tired and don't get motivated. Happily, feeling sick of being a fat, greedy American (in other words, a typical one), is getting me interested! I have been so ashamed of how greedy and self-centered the average American is. I forget because my friends and colleagues - and for that case, my neighbors and many New Yorkers - are compassionate and informed, fit and generous. A trip to the movies reminded me of the others. The theatre was filled with people ages 14+ (mostly, except for the brilliant parents who brought infants, toddlers, and young children to see a horror movie). They burped (and worse), screeched, cursed, shouted racial epithets and screamed. For the ENTIRE movie. I was shocked. I still am. But even more than surprised, I am disappointed that we are becoming a culture of MEs. What am I saying? We have already become. I seem to have become that too. Outwardly, my body tells people "I don't care if I eat more than my share. Me!" And I do care.
Not exercising for a few days has cost me. I took a several day break from tennis because the "wound" (that makes me laugh) on my shoulder was still healing. Yesterday, it drove me so crazy that, when the doctor's office was unable to see me until Friday to remove stitches that were growing into my skin, my brave friend and co-worker TF removed the stitches with some cuticle clippers at my desk. My phone call to the doctor that followed the procedure (har har) har) was, shall we say, less than pleasant for the receiving party. Evil. Sometimes I revel in stuff like that. But this really was too much.
That said, stitches out, lunch cooked, walking shoes on. Fresh out of excuses. (What does "fresh out" mean? What a weird phrase. But it makes me smile. I feel like an old-timey fishmonger or store clerk.) Off to work. I used to love what my friend D said at the end of a bad day, "tomorrow is another day." And, thank goodness, it always is!