Thursday, October 22, 2009

The Best Treat Ever...Well, Almost.

Something isn't right with the "iTreadmill" application I have for my iPhone. Tonight I walked further, and it read shorter! That really isn't fair.

From nine walks, I'm up to 17.46 miles. It should be closer to 90 miles. Sure feels like it. Last night I ventured out in a driving rain. The last three nights I've added push-ups and sit-ups. First, 20 each. Then, 25. Tonight, 30. My routine is I walk halfway, turn unto a concrete pad that has a canon on it, do my push-ups and sit-ups, then complete the other half. It clears my mind and gives me some alone time.

Unfortunately, tonight I was really hungry by the 1 mile point. By 1.5 I was getting stomach pains, I was so hungry. By 2.0 I was dizzy and thinking of sweets. Finally, just before 2.5 miles, I was crawling on my hands and knees dreaming of anything with mega-sugar in it... maybe I exagerate just a tiny bit.


Anyway, when I finally staggered back to my room, I scoured my food supplies for anything sweet. Mixed nuts - nope. Though there were 3 raisins in the bag. Protein bars - Ha, not even real sugar.


Then, my eyes spied the Halloween bag that Tyler's girlfriend, Natalie, had mailed last week. Yep, I'm "ROOMIE 1" (see the pic). Inside, nestled deep in the bottom of the orange bag was an envelope labeled "Eat at your own risk!" Yes, the super, secret envelope was even sealed. Must be something bad. I peeled the envelope open and spied it...No, I sniffed it (Just like Gunner). Actually, I spent several seconds sniffing it (Now that's really just like Gunner). No sense in diving right in. There it was, the treat of my dreams. A real, live 4 inch diameter, 1/4 inch thick, 36 chip, 100 carat, 200 calorie, CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE!!! Hastily, I started to devour it then realized NO. I need to document this historic moment. Thus, the picture.


So there it is in the picture. A half-eaten cookie nicely posed on my bunk next to the it's mother ship, the "Roomie 1" Halloween bag. I told Tyler to pass on to Natalie how happy the cookie made me. It's the greatest sweet ever... No, wait a minute. There's something even better. Much better. Much bigger... and bigger is better. I faintly remember a humongous, double-layer, 32-slice, double-bagged-for-freshness, special for me only, USPS special delivery bag of CHOCOLATE BROWNIES! Those were the best sweets ever. Too bad I devoured them before I even thought of taking a picture. They were sooooo goooood!!!!!

2 comments:

Pedersens said...

Wow, tell Tyler to tell Natalie that she's really upped the antie. It's going to be hard to keep up with her!

I hear there are sweets travelling your way soon. And maybe even some savories.

Hang in there!!

Linda

Anonymous said...

This was a GREAT post. I got a little concerned when I read that you had turned "unto a concrete pad," thinking that you might have been becoming delirious because of your sugar deprivation, and thought the concrete pad was another person. You know, like, "I spake thusly unto the concrete pad."

But then I realized that the u, i, and o keys are right next to each other on the keyboard, and that you had probably turned "onto" one. If you turned "into" one you would probably still be lying there in the rain, frozen in the middle of your series of push-ups. Then the question would become, would other soldiers passing by try to rescue you from your concrete paralysis, or just laugh and keep walking?

Anyway, your post has inspired me. I'm going to begin with one push-up and one sit-up per day, and work up from there.

Apparently Molly & Matt took Lauren last night to a movie called "Cirque du Freak." Here's what it's about:

A young boy named Darren Shan meets a mysterious man at a freak show who turns out to be a Vampire. After a series of events Darren must leave his normal life and go on the road with the Cirque Du Freak and become a Vampire.

Sounds exactly like Lauren's kind of movie to me. Not. They came home with a container of granola from Target. I'm not sure if there's a connection there or not, but I'll try to find out and let you know. Maybe Lauren sat in the lobby and ate granola until the movie was over.

Clay