"Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity." ~Voltaire
I am at the gym working out and blogging real time tonight. I am trying to work off that fourth of a small bag of McDonalds French fries.
I'm on the treadmill, listening to Usher and watching the Biggest Loser. Bless their hearts. I know I wouldn't want Jillian and Bob as my personal trainers. They would definitely frown on me walking and Facebooking at the same time.
God must have been sending me a message this evening. When I sat down to eat my chicken club sandwich. The chicken was sliced as if it belonged on the top of a salad instead of a bun. Do you know how hard that was to eat? I would take a bite and the chicken would fall out. It was a mess. I got the message God. I should have had the salad!
Since I didn't have the salad, I am here at the gym on the treadmill. Luckily the treadmill doesn't talk back anymore. A couple months ago when I would crank the treadmill speed to an 8, it would flash a message that said, "Warning, overload"! Now, I can run a whole minute before my brain tells the rest of my body I am out of my mind. "Make him stop now. It's probably why the knee gives out and the feet began to cramp every time I get on the treadmill lately.
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